There's a good chance this is the worst book I've read all year. If that is the case, I'm actually having a great year, book wise. 
 Stephen King is an author I have always looked up to. I mean look at his bibliography, how could you not? He has an innate ability to tell stories like no one I know alive today. He has an innate darkness to him that I frankly admire. His book On Writing should be on every writer's shelf. Should this one? You can pass it up. 
 I won't bother with a summary, you can read that up there. I will say this, it's not his best. Is it a horrible book? No way in hell. I finished the last 50% in under an hour and a half. It's exciting, but the excitement is a little shallow. It is in no way captivating or emotionally upheaving like I know old Stevie's capable of delivering. Underwhelming, but a good read nonetheless.