This book got bad reviews, but I'm not sure why because I really enjoyed it. It might be because there's a flying saucer in it, and whenever anyone brings one of those into a tale, everyone groans. This is a mystery to me. The story is not about the flying saucer and the aliens (in fact, there aren't any aliens, except maybe some dead ones in the saucer itself, and you don't find that out for sure until the last few pages). It's about the effect the radiation from the ship has on the town next to it once someone discovers it and begins to try to unearth it. And let me tell you! No, actually, I won't. I suggest reading this one.

This book also has a favorite scene among all of King's writings, which is the one where Ruth McCausland is canvassing for some cancer society, gets bitten by a dog at a house, shoots the dog, puts it in the trunk, takes it to the vet to have it checked for rabies, has the vet do a temp fix on her leg, calls the owner of the dog (Mr. Moran) to let him know (having the charges billed to herself), gets cussed out by Mr. Moran who is a complete scuzz-bucket, has a brief discussion with him about it in which she is the clear victor, then still asks for a cancer society donation, goes to the doctor and gets fixed up properly, later receives a dollar from Mr. Moran with a brown smear on it and a note saying he had wiped his ass with it, washes that dollar, irons it, puts it in her collection envelope, and marks in her ledger "Mr. Moran: $1.00."