Stephen King: A Literary Analysis

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One of my earliest memories as a child was of my father’s imposing dark-oak bookcase, stocked full of tomes far bigger than my young mind could comprehend. The case loomed over the living room of my childhood home, so many more of my memories have that tower of knowledge and dust as an intimidating backdrop. However, the bookcase always felt much safer when my father was around. With him, it turned into a place of exploration, with me asking my father what “this and that book are,” “what are they about,” “are they good.” So from a young age I built a connection between literature and my father. He was the one I went to time and time again as my reading skills developed, impatiently blurting out to him what happens in my short picture books…show more content…
I challenged myself to one day be able to read all of them. Compared to what I mostly read (the picture-heavy, abridged versions of famous books called “Great Illustrated Classics”) his tomes appeared mountainous. After just enough annoying pleading, I found out that the large majority of them were by an author named “Stephen King,” and that they were mostly horror novels. Through most of my grade school years, I continued to look at my father's books as insurmountable challenges, too far outside my reach. Until one winter night, during Christmas break, when I was around ten, I was allowed to read a thoroughly vetted short story called “The Cat from Hell,” which was about a professional hitman being hired to assassinate a cat that is more than it seems. Though it wasn’t much, that one story was enough to create the first spark of my interest in horror stories, while also showing me that I could infact read at the levels I once deemed impossible. During the TAKS (Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skill) tests of my sixth grade year, I was allowed to bring a book of short stories to read when I finished my test. Despite being told to only read certain stories, I read as much as I could in those few hours. The process of chewing through a dozen or so horrifying short stories opened my mind to a whole new kind of
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