The book is 126 pages long, but fewer than half of those actually have any text on them (yes, I counted). I still have no idea if he is actually any good, because his 1983 book Cycle of the Werewolf, the book I chose as my introduction to this modern master, is so freaking short and insubstantial. In adulthood, after I stopped believing Stephen King was Lucifer’s pen name, I didn’t read him partially out of apathy and partially because I really doubted anyone who sold that many books upon which that many big budget movies were based was actually any good. I read plenty of things way beyond my maturity level, including a book about finding the right coven for me, but King stayed on the shelf. I just knew the devil would take my soul if I read any of his books, and junior high is hard enough without that (this did not apply to watching movies based on his books, because evil is weird and nuanced like that). It’s possible they would have let me read him, though I doubt it.
I can’t actually remember my parents ever saying anything directly about King. I grew up in a conservative Christian home (which I’ve talked about one or two times), and Stephen King was evil.
But I can explain.ĭuring my childhood and teen years reading Stephen King was largely out of the question, because God. Confession time: I have never read anything by Stephen King.
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