To me "Bag of Bones" was sort of like a stray dog, wandering around, never quite finding a place to belong. I wanted to love the book, I really did and yet I just couldn't. I managed to like it well enough, but it will never be one of King's books that I naggingly insist friends try out. 
 The story is decent, but unmemorable in my opinion and just not what I think of when I think of Stephen King. It just feels like it was a paycheck he was trying to earn by hashing out some half-formed idea and leaving it to live or die. 
 I really think that if anyone else had written this book it would have died, but King can attach his name to just about anything and it'll sell and probably become a mini series.