Yes, I snuck one more in!
A skinny one, admittedly, but a book nonetheless. A reread from my childhood for Bingo, I remembered that this was one of King's books that has illustrations. I had forgotten how specific those pictures were. Not terribly horrifying by today's standards, but fairly graphic back in 1983. The storytelling is classic King, small vignettes making up a whole narrative, separated into months for this book. While King could have expanded this story into one of his epic books, measurable by inches, he chooses not to. The very spareness of the story and concise descriptions, the simple buildup and sharp ending to each "month" add to the impact of the story better than several hundred pages of narration ever could.