I am not quite sure what it was that made me feel that way-I have a few ideas that have absolutely nothing to do with the contents of his books, though-but I stopped reading his books for almost an entire decade, until lockdown came and I couldn’t go outside anymore to buy more books to add to my endless pile of works to be read.

Truth is, as I got older, I somehow got tired of his books. You might be wondering why I started this post by saying that I have the strangest of relationships with Stephen King. Thus, helped by my passion for making lists of things that I need to do, read or watch, I decided I would read every single book Stephen King had ever written up to that point-which I didn’t really manage to do, but I have actually read most of the things he published up to 2011. King because he had proven to be a brilliant storyteller. However, given these were the times before the internet was an accessible source of information for me, I stuck to Mr. Contrary to what anyone would assume, though, I realized I was fascinated by not only his books, but the horror genre as a whole. This was also what made me discover Stephen King’s most iconic horror stories when I was still the most impressionable kid. I think that was precisely what made me so eager to read more, and what made me so passionate about books and the abstract concept of literature and languages in general. Seuss book and then follow that one with William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, the original version of the text.

Not only that, but I started to read books that were most definitely not meant for someone my age-next to those that were actually meant for kids my age, causing the funniest of contrasts I would read a Dr.

I am one of those bookworms who started to read way too soon. Before this gets too weird, let me explain what I mean. I have always had the strangest of relationships with Stephen King.

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