I could write at length how the baby talk and pretend language in this book annoyed the hell out of me. Seriously, words like “smucking” (Lisey and Scott’s substitute for fuck) were on nearly every page. And how Scott reverting to childlike language was a poor attempt at showing a man who had experienced childhood trauma. I could say a great deal about all of this but the biggest sin this book commits is simply being boring. It was 200 pages too long and it is the first King book where I cared about none of the characters.