A review by joyride
Joyland by Stephen King

3.0

Reading a creepy, mediocre, moody paperback curled up on the couch during a gloomy, cold evening in October. What more can a guy ask for?

Also it makes me laugh a little that he is consistently very good at writing build-ups and very bad at writing good endings. That final confrontation was so lame. But, shrug, you know what you're getting at least. And now that I'm approaching double digits of his books, I very much know what I'm getting. Can't complain much.