Back in December 1986, I had a pretty good idea, just by its size and weight, what the first Christmas present was that I reached for. It was Stephen King's
IT.
I wasn't a very good reader when I was a kid (I was sixteen that year), so a monstrous 912 page hardback was pretty unnerving. It took me a long, long time to get through, but at the time I thought it was one of the best books I'd ever read. And now, twenty-two years later I can still remember those characters well. Following a discussion on Writewords, along with the occasional (daily !) mention of killer clowns from one of the kids at school, I decided to dig out that old tome. The top was dusty and the pages have yellowed with time, but there's something magical about holding the actual book that meant so much to me all those years ago. Somehow, reading a new copy just wouldn't be the same. Here's a pic...
I wonder how long it will take me this time.
