He is the reason I read.
I started out with a reading deficit early on because I didn't learn to read until second grade. There are several reasons for this which in the spirit of brevity I will leave out. But, I was really far behind. As result, I was always a slow reader, which made reading cumbersome.
As I got older and my sister blew through books, I was just not there, which is not to say that I didn't read, I did. I liked mysteries and read just about every Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys book in my mother's collection, which lived in my closet (along with a full set of World Book Encyclopedia) but I never felt a passion for reading. By the time I reached high school, I was reading only what was required, and nothing additional.
In my twenties I saw the book, It, by Stephen King. My mother had read a few of his books as had my best friend; I remember specifically Cujo and Pet Sematary being among them. I was hooked! My interest in reading increased, and my speed of reading improved; as did my spelling. Going only from memory (and I'm sure I'm missing some), I continued on with The Tommyknockers, Needful Things, Pet Sematary, Thinner, Desperation, The Regulators, Dreamcatcher, Bag of Bones, The Stand, The Green Mile, Cell, Duma Key, and now 11/22/63 is on my shelf waiting for me.
And so, thank you, Mr. King for making a reader out of me.
* this post was scheduled to go yesterday for S day, and while I had heard of Blogger issues with scheduled posts, had yet to encounter the problem myself, until yesterday.
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