Where an amateur attempts at divining somewhat passable insights.
My heart can't stop racing. Matters aren't helped when the sub-chapters insist on ending themselves in mid-sentence, their action temporarily postponed and its continuation tantalizingly close by. These kinds of shenanigans would be justification enough for me to angrily set fire to my Kindle, and idiotically robbing myself in the process of my future peace of mind, if I were not also delighted at the arrival of a sub-chapter picking up where another left off, again in mid-sentence. At least King ties such sections together, so there's no great and disorienting sense of loss, certainly not like with George R.R. Martin's books whose chapters often have nothing to do with the last pages of their predecessors, many of which end on show-stopping cliffhangers. I can't really complain here.