How Stephen King Raised Me (Sorry Mom & Dad)

There were three people who raised me as a child: my mom, my dad, and Stephen King. I learned early that there are two kinds of people in this world: those who started reading Stephen King books at far too young an age and those who have never read him at all. I was firmly in the former camp, and it made all the difference to me, a bookworm kid with a taste for the weird and macabre. It’s not an exaggeration to say that I wouldn’t be the person I am today or the writer without Stephen King.


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