Restumbled over the site just now, can't remember exactly how, it was part of todays link-journey across the vast expanses of the internet. But I remember being here before, years back. Remember making a profile then, simply because I'm such a huge, lifelong fan* of mr. King's Work and of the man himself, what little I've been able to glean about him from "On writing" as well as from his many Dear Constant Reader adresses geneorusly interspersed throughout the (shortstory collections) books. a few biographical videos on youtube by other people, and a few (quite a few, actually) lectures by mr. King himself, also on youtube.
Anyway, to cut a long praise short, my then-created profile had gone to data-heaven. So I made a new one, herby saying hello one, and hello all.
*The very first book I read on my own at age 6 was Michael Ende's "The Neverending Story". It took me some time chewing me through it's enticing simplicity, but what I lacked in reading speed, I made up for with immersion. Actually being Bastian Balthasar Bux for the duration and having none of it when my parents adressed me with my christianed name. Second book a year or so later was Jean M. Auel's "Clan of the Cave Bear" which together with it's two sequels became an epos filling the next couple-odd years in my thus fangled reading-life. But now my elder sister intervened. Enough with the stoneage porn! And so, by age 11, when I picked up the third (5th if you're pendantric) book, it was SK's "the Shinning" From that point on, horror explicitly, but the fantastic genres in general, has formed the red thread of my reading habits as they have evolved till now, where I'm well over 40. SciFi have grown to be on par in size of fascination; fantasy had had it's moments on and off but havn't had the same enthralling effect on me beyond a few authors and works. Mr. King has remained a benchmark for me throughout the experience. And today it has gotten to a point that I'm farily convinced in another hundred years, hundred and fifty maybe, they'll be referencing mr. King the way we are referencing people like Shakespeare today. There is that same spark of pure-magic. Word wizardry and implicit wisdom.
Yar. That's me and my why. Hopefully I'll get aquainted with you and yours in due time on these here fine message-boards.
Anyway, to cut a long praise short, my then-created profile had gone to data-heaven. So I made a new one, herby saying hello one, and hello all.
*The very first book I read on my own at age 6 was Michael Ende's "The Neverending Story". It took me some time chewing me through it's enticing simplicity, but what I lacked in reading speed, I made up for with immersion. Actually being Bastian Balthasar Bux for the duration and having none of it when my parents adressed me with my christianed name. Second book a year or so later was Jean M. Auel's "Clan of the Cave Bear" which together with it's two sequels became an epos filling the next couple-odd years in my thus fangled reading-life. But now my elder sister intervened. Enough with the stoneage porn! And so, by age 11, when I picked up the third (5th if you're pendantric) book, it was SK's "the Shinning" From that point on, horror explicitly, but the fantastic genres in general, has formed the red thread of my reading habits as they have evolved till now, where I'm well over 40. SciFi have grown to be on par in size of fascination; fantasy had had it's moments on and off but havn't had the same enthralling effect on me beyond a few authors and works. Mr. King has remained a benchmark for me throughout the experience. And today it has gotten to a point that I'm farily convinced in another hundred years, hundred and fifty maybe, they'll be referencing mr. King the way we are referencing people like Shakespeare today. There is that same spark of pure-magic. Word wizardry and implicit wisdom.
Yar. That's me and my why. Hopefully I'll get aquainted with you and yours in due time on these here fine message-boards.