I'm currently living in a house share with a couple. The girl is German and had never heard of Stephen King until she met me ( yeah, I know, pretty crazy isn't it?) When she saw me regularly step out for a cigarette with a SK book in my hand she asked me about him. She was surprised that I was reading "Horror" stuff. So I told her that it wasn't all about horror, far from it and that the only way she'd understand it was if she'd try it. So I lent her " Needful Things" and the following week she was engrossed in it, hardly making time to do anything else but read. Her boyfriend told me that in the evening in bed he would see her totally clasping the book with her hands and he couldn't even talk to her. She was in " Castle Rock" and that was it. I smiled, remembering what it was like reading it myself. One evening when I walked in she was in the living room, " Needful things" in hands and she looked up at me looking totally distressed, she said: " Oh, why did you give me that book to read?" I said: " The dog, is it?" . She nodded.
Then she finished the book, I came home one night and the book was by my door next to a box of chocolate and message saying: " Thanks, it was fabulous". I was pleased to have opened the door for her to something that brings me such joy.
But then, she said to me that she thought that before she could make her mind up about SK, she needed to read at least another one. I got slightly offended I have to say. As if it was fluke, or that even though I went to Paris for one day just to see SK, even though I just pretty got myself a new wardrobe emblazoned with his name in the following excitement, maybe he's not that great? :/
Anyway, I ramble, but she said: " This book was really good but it was heavy and very shocking, would there be one that would make you feel positive and happy?"
In my opinion, it made her FEEL, surely that's enough, no? I felt like suggesting a Danielle Steele to her, maybe...
SK books make me feel good, always, because I love the territory, because the voice is familiar...because I'm a Constant Reader really. But for anyone else, is there one that would fit that description? One that makes you feel happy and positive? What do you think?
Then she finished the book, I came home one night and the book was by my door next to a box of chocolate and message saying: " Thanks, it was fabulous". I was pleased to have opened the door for her to something that brings me such joy.
But then, she said to me that she thought that before she could make her mind up about SK, she needed to read at least another one. I got slightly offended I have to say. As if it was fluke, or that even though I went to Paris for one day just to see SK, even though I just pretty got myself a new wardrobe emblazoned with his name in the following excitement, maybe he's not that great? :/
Anyway, I ramble, but she said: " This book was really good but it was heavy and very shocking, would there be one that would make you feel positive and happy?"
In my opinion, it made her FEEL, surely that's enough, no? I felt like suggesting a Danielle Steele to her, maybe...
SK books make me feel good, always, because I love the territory, because the voice is familiar...because I'm a Constant Reader really. But for anyone else, is there one that would fit that description? One that makes you feel happy and positive? What do you think?