I went into this book with really high expectations — probably because this is the favourite King of the person who inspired me to do my big King chronological read and our book tastes are very similar — and I left really liking this book, but it wasn't the five-star read (and what would have been my first King five-star, 17 books in) I hoped it would be.

The writing was brilliant, as was the portrayal of grief, and it evoked chilling feelings at time, but I just wasn't captivated by the book as much as I hoped. It didn't have as big of an emotional impact as I thought. It felt like a big chunk in the middle lagged and I wanted the story to pick up the pace!