Author: Stephen King
Plot: After his wife's death, a widowed novelist discovers a mystery in the summer cottage they'd shared and finds himself wrapped up in a stranger's legal troubles.
My Thoughts: I found this book interesting, but it took a while before the story finally truly gripped me. I did find it difficult to empathize with the characters in this story. They seemed, as was repeated in the story itself, like so many "bags of bones", not quite fleshed out enough to have me on the edge of my seat through all the drama. As I've come to expect with King, parts of it were truly funny, parts were wistful, and parts were horrific. But I found very little of it particularly "gross", as I've found some of his books. Perhaps it's my own emotional dampening; too many years of horror movies and crime television shows has left me distinctly unimpressed by fictional gore. Perhaps this was a book light on the gore. I do know that the few places where gore did catch my attention, I didn't find it particularly glamorized. The plot trucked along, the gore fell away, and we were back in the story at large.
Would I read this book again? Probably in a few years, once I've forgotten most of it. I don't think it will ever be one of those books that makes me feel as though I'm returning to an old friend, but I did enjoy myself while reading it.