Normally I eschew this sort of thing, but I adamantly refuse to believe I write like Dan Brown and apparently, I’m right!
This makes me happy because I think King’s an amazing writer. Ironically, I don’t read King any more because I find his prose far too persuasive and I become too terrified to read on. With the exception of his YA novel Eyes of the Dragon and his short story “Mrs. Todd’s Shortcut” which I loved with the outrageous passion of Pepe Le Pew (“aahhh… my petit… I loooove you! Ma little crescent roll!”) OK, and The Green Mile. Fabulouso! But I wish I’d skipped Dreamcatcher–puh-leeze, what a waste of film and ferrets–and everything in the Night Shift–someone hold on to me and tell me there is no boogey man… please….
I’ve probably missed many wonderful stories by Mr. King because I am too damned scared of him to pick up anything with his name on the cover. On the other hand, On Writing is subtly hilarious. Carry on, Mr. King. I’m proud to be in your shadow!