When I read Ernest Hemingway, John Steinbeck, William Faulkner, Norman Mailer, Saul Bellow, and many others I come away wanting to be a writer. When I read John Grisham, Stephen King, or James Michener I want to either be a lawyer, a clock-tower sniper, or just go back to being a mechanic. A writer has to take me on a journey where I forget where I am.