Reading Stephen King

I’ve had this sudden urge to dive into Stephen King novels of late, mostly because of two reasons: I’m shamelessly supportive of most populist works — be it pop music or pop literature — and secondly, I give into hype and recommendation blurbs easily (“He’s a national treasure”  is my “You got me at hello” Jerry McGuire line).

I suspect that if I should ever get caught and manipulated by the good-cop-bad-cop routine, I’m likely to confess state secrets, childhood fantasies, and my inexplicable crush on Helen Hunt within five minutes.

To date, I’ve only read two entire Stephen King books — On Writing and Just After Sunset — and currently going through his latest one Full Dark, No Stars. It wasn’t until I read On Writing, a non-fiction autobiography that details King’s writing process, that I finally understood where his stories come from, and why Esquire justifiably names him “America’s Greatest Storyteller”.