No author is as compulsively readable as Stephen King is for me. I’m 39 years old now, but reading this took me right back to when I was 15 - devouring every single King book I could get my hands on, staying up late at night and scaring the shit out of myself, constantly fighting with my little sister because I still wanted the lights on at 2am when she was trying to sleep. 

This is not his best but it’s still a good book and was a damn good reading experience for me, and sometimes that’s all I need.