After the Boy was settled in bed last night, I cleaned up the kitchen threw a load of laundry in the washer, and settled in bed with the new Stephen King book, "Cell".
Stephen King has been my favourite author since I was 12, when my best friend and I would get his books from the library, and titter over any 'naughty' parts. In fact, when I got my very first paycheque ($40) from my very first part-time job in high school (at the Irving across the street from my parent's house), my very first purchase was a copy of "Carrie" and "The Talisman." And I got my ears pierced.
"Cell" is typical SK, with blood and guts right from the beginning. I'm not into gore, but it sucked me in right from the first page. I'm more into his "ghost and ghoulies" stories, like "Salem's Lot" and "Bag Of Bones," but I'm happy just to have something new from him instead of the Dark Tower stuff that I'm not terribly interested in.
Stephen King is shamefully underrated by critics and literary snots. However, much of what we consider classic "literature" today was considered fluffy crap for the masses back in the day...including Jane Austen, Dickens and Shakespeare.
That's all I have to say on that. (Is it obvious my Shakespeare-loving ex used to mock my SK reading?)
