DR Ginny introduced me to Stephen King. I had a tonsillectomy in 1976, I think, and she brought me "The Shining" to read while I recuperated. It terrified me, and I then read "'Salem's Lot," which did the same. I thought "Carrie" was weak and that the film was better than the book.
I really liked "Danse Macabre" and the short story collections as well as "Christine," "Cujo," and "Pet Sematary." After that, I felt he no longer cared what an editor thought, and the books grew longer and the content meandered. I wanted to like "It," but I thought it was far too long, never lived up to its opening chapters, had a ridiculous conclusion, and I never read another of his books.