I finished Holly by Stephen King this evening. At this point, King is King. This is minor King, but it's enjoyable. There are places where his ear for dialogue lets him down particularly badly, but there are also parts of the book that I would have been happy to linger in indefinitely (the Olivia Kingsbury chapters are joyful). I also had a sense that he was playing with an idea more than he usually does — or perhaps was more successful from a craft standpoint than he usually is? Anyhow, I was a bit bummed when the book ended. I would've been happy to spend more time with Holly.