It's been 30 years since I read it, and I still recall the narrator announcing at the outset that he liked the feel of socks inside his boots — when he could afford 'em.
After that, I was just one more adolescent who'd been roped and hog-tied. Now fess up, pardner: what was yours?
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Y'know, I've read a couple. I liked him but not enough to read a bunch. Though, when I worked in a book store in the midwest, his books were our third best sellers after S. King and Danielle Steel.
I read quite a few, but the first is the only novel I could name (well ... not true: there's also Hondo). I can also get in touch with that bitter moment some five years later when I realized I no longer enjoyed reading him, not even a little.
I should add to that last sentiment: there are rock & roll bands that qualify on that score, too.
Actually I've never read any. I've been trying to brush up on my classic pulp fiction recently, maybe I should add this to my list
Funny, or just a shame maybe, that I can well recall somehow or other discovering, & eagerly going back for more, Louis L'Amour at the public library I frequented as a kid, but can't remember a thing about those stories. In any case, wish my experience compared more favorably with yours, WP — self-consciously (if regretfully) graduating to something better. ('Maturity' in my little world was really to graduate out of reading for its own good — as I was learning pretty well to do by mid high-school.)
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