I WAS ABOUT 10 YEARS OLD, and I had discovered my Dad’s tattered old copy of Stephen King’s truly terrifying vampire book, ‘Salem’s Lot. I was hooked — I wanted more spooky stuff. So I went into the library and found Carrie, and walked up to the counter.
“You can’t check this out,” the librarian said.
“Why?” I asked.
“You’re too young.”