I'm so happy right now because I have that post-Stephen King glow. I devoured this book in about two days, with multiple gasp out loud moments. The story really revolved around two characters, both obsessed with the same author and the trove of unpublished manuscripts one of them hid under a tree.

Bill Hodges, Holly, and Jerome are here, and the Mercedes Killer Massacre is a driving force of much of the action, but we don't meet up with Bill and gang until the second act. The slow build up leading to the stand off between young Peter and the fanatical Morris Bellamy leaves you right on the edge of your seat. Hell, King's latest really reminded me of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales.

And damn you Brady Hartsfield. I can't wait to see what Book 3 brings.