When I'm assigned a book to read in classes, I usually think of it as a chore. Something that needed to be done to get ready for the next test or quiz. I began reading On Writing as the same thing. A chore. But soon, after reading a few pages, I began to enjoy Stephen King's autobiography. His stories of his childhood combined all the feelings of disgust, sadness, and hilarity. Through King's vulgar language, he conveys his true feelings about each subject that he touches on. The language gives a sense of a grotesque "purity" in his writing, if that makes any sense. As if he needed to get across what he wanted to say.
When he explains how most writers fill their autobiographies with "bullshit", it gave me a true sense that King wrote this book for enjoyment and the reader's enlightenment rather than to meet a deadline or so he could get his next paycheck. Although I caught myself cringing at the "ear" story and at many other quite disgusting parts, I really enjoyed the reading. I can't wait to finish reading King's On Writing and I believe that I'll enjoy it very much.
-Stuart
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