I felt that Ghost Story was a bit slack and overlong, but contained some very strong moments: Don’s story about Anna and the moment with the cassette tapes were both very effective. But I disliked the way that it came down to “outside evil menaces a small town”, the way so many of King’s novels seem to do, with various stock figures being bumped off along the way. Perhaps that was a common plot of the day. The funny thing is that, having decided three years ago that I didn’t think it was especially good, I still have a sinister mental image of the old men telling their stories while the snow piles up outside.