So I just finished this book, and I think it might be my new favorite Stephen King book. Previously this was Salem's Lot. But I'm out of town and neglected to bring another book with me. DOH.

I always feel strangely adrift when I don't have a Book I'm Reading Right Now. Like there's a part of me missing. It's almost an itch at the back of my head. I can find other things to do, and there's always time to waste on the internet. Sometimes I'm too tired or busy to read more than a couple pages. But there must be A Book. This is going to be a rough three days. Anyone know what I'm talking about?