He has to write novels and screenplays under pseudonyms now because everybody is sick of him telling the same story over and over again.
I got through, I think, 3 of his books before I decided never to read King’s BS again: The Stand, It, and another I forget. The stories were engaging for the first half, but it is obvious that King can’t end a story to save his life, which is the same as saying he can’t tell a story worth a damn. He can create a creepy atmosphere well, but he can’t create a comprehensive whole. The endings of both books above were so ridiculous that I had the same visceral reaction I had at the ending of LOST: that I had been conned.