I remember the first time I read The Stand. I was at my dad’s house and so bored. It was summer vacation and I’d already read all the books I brought with me, so I decided it was time to pillage Dad’s bookcases.
Some weird transcendental text…no.
King… Well, okay. I liked Stephen King and had fond memories of traumatizing my speech therapist by reading Pet Sematary out loud so she could isolate what sounds caused me to lisp. We eliminated sh sounds due to the word shit. Ah, third grade.
I think the word we’re looking for here is: anyways…
I remember it was a hardback copy of the unabridged version of The Stand with a slightly tattered dust cover. I sat down in the comfy recliner, flipped on a light and started reading.
I’m pretty sure I paused to eat…something. I might have napped.
I just know that about 24 hours later, I looked up and realized I was no longer in the Boulder Free Zone. And that maybe I should shower and sleep.
I still reread The Stand every few years. It’s no longer an intense read for me, but I find something new in it every time. If you haven’t read it, you should probably not emulate my speed reading craziness, but you should definitely pick it up and savor it.