It had been so long I’d forgotten what it felt like. I mean, I used to do it so regularly that the idea of it being a rarity in my life at one point seemed unthinkable. It was so normal. So satisfying. So…enjoyable. I’m talking about grabbing a printed magazine, plopping on the couch […]
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How Stephen King’s Books Saved Me From Being a Literary Loser
It began with picking up a used copy of The Gunslinger in Dave’s Olde Book Shop in Manhattan Beach all those years ago. Cool title. Cool cover. Or maybe it really began the first time I saw the boring-but-since-it-was-Stephen-King creepy cover of Misery. It could even have truly started with the It cover that used to scare the crap out […]