Finished this book while sitting on my basement stairwell—what better place to read a Stephen King novel? Haven‘t read King in decades but always meant to read this. The ending wrecked me. I feel like if I had read this in my 20s, I would have shed some tears and moved on. At 45, death seems so much closer. I‘ve always felt his best work showed that the true monsters aren‘t supernatural but are, instead, we humans and what we do to each other.