WarningMight contain spoilers.

I could only stomach about half of this gruesome, unpleasant, unappealing, and uninteresting novel that abounds with outdated stereotypes and a prurient obsession with the sex lives of Jamie’s mother, Liz, and the barely-teenaged Jamie. The writing style is frustrating: ‘later’ might be what the story is built around, but it’s an irritating device. It feels like Stephen King isn’t even trying. I can’t believe this pulp cover belongs to one of his books, either (though I suppose it might be the norm for the Hard Case Crime series):