I first started reading Joe Hill based on the promise of genetics.
My love of Stephen King’s work is no secret, so finding out that Joe Hill was following in his father’s footsteps was a foregone conclusion for me. For those not in the know, his full name is Joseph Hillstrom King. I don’t blame him for writing under Hill; the Grand Master of horror, among other things, must cast a long shadow.
Having read a lot of Joe Hill’s work, though, I can confirm he has definitely earned his stripes in his own right. I see hints of Stephen King here and there; a little nod of acknowledgment and a bit of a warm, fuzzy feeling for us King fans. More on that later. Hill is a hell of a story-teller in his own right and The Fireman may be his best yet.
I want to tell you about my undies. Not just my regular ones but specifically, the period undies. Ladies reading along, you know what I’m talking about. The undies you wear once a month and at no other time unless you haven’t done the washing and you’re down to the daggy ones reserved specifically for when you’re surfing the crimson wave.
Have you ever started a book that you know is going to be hard on you? One that you know you’ll identify with but you know is going to make old hurts into fresh wounds again? That’s how I felt about Without My Mother. I also knew I very much wanted to read it because knowing I would identify with it seemed more important than how much it might hurt. I was also lucky enough to catch up with the author, Leigh Van Der Horst, who told me a bit about her process in writing this book.