Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
This is a weird and disjointed little story, even for Stephen King. The story, with its monster and monster fighting tactics, had already been done before and done much better in It. I could feel no affection for Sam and Naomi, nor did I find their romance at all convincing. But this is all rescued by the creepy library setting and the pathos of the Dirty Dave character.
Audiobook version, borrowed from my public library, and competently read by Ken Howard.