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I grew up with Stephen King's books, and, having lived in Maine most of my life and harboring a coming-and-going desire to write fiction throughout most of that time, he will always be an inspiration, no matter how crappy some of his books are (and, really, even the worst of the lot are readable). The idea of making it big within any realm of popular entertainment while remaining in the state of Maine seems unfathomable, but King, God love him, is living proof that it can happen, it can be done. He is a source of more hope than he may realize. "It" is a fat, great, gooey clump of everything that is everything about Stephen King. Not much is scarier than growing up, and childhood horrors are vividly evoked throughout. All those horrible creatures that used to live under your bed and in your closet when you were seven? The entire cast of characters makes an appearance here. I'm admittedly not as well read as some, maybe even most, but I've yet to encounter a more frightening personification of evil than Pennywise the clown. It's a shame they had to make a dumb TV-movie version of the book, because now it's probably impossible for anyone not to think of Tim Curry while reading the clown scenes, but at least he did a good job. I happened to read "It" when I was about twelve or thirteen, the same age as most of the characters in the book. My parents were pretty strict about what I could and couldn't read and watch and listen to, but for some reason they were lenient when it came to Stephen King, which is funny since of all the books I could have checked out of the library, his were probably pound for pound the dirtiest things I could possibly be looking at, barring porn. It wasn't like they hadn't read him before. They knew what his stuff was like. I don't see them caring too much about my support of "local talent". What made him okay, in their eyes? It's interesting. Anyway, the scenes of kids just hanging out, making fun of each other, wasting time playing weird made-up games, fighting, crying...I felt nostalgia reading this. Nostalgia! At thirteen! Looking back fondly on times I was currently experiencing! That's amazing to me. I know I felt it. This is a great, great book, his masterpiece I think.