So I gobbled up Stephen King's Fairy Tale, then blew through the Bill Hodges trilogy, and am now reading The Outsider as I wait for Holly.
I've been reading Stephen King since I was a kid. If I'm going through a reading slump, he can always get me out of it--because he's a master storyteller and I am immediately pulled into his worlds.
I worry about when he dies.
The thought of no new books from Stephen King is depressing.
He's been part of MY world for such a long time. I'll truly grieve a bit when he's gone, though I don't really know him.
I'm in a maudlin mood tonight, apparently.