Only Stephen King can write a story about a boy finding a new world, and let the first third of the book not be about that at all. I mean harry is out of his cupboard in a few chapters, as do the children find the wardrobe to Narnia soon, but no.

He starts the story about trauma and alcoholism, and having met those horrors up close he hit some nails full on the head. So crying within the first few chapters. I started low, but in the end it was wonderfully put together.