A group of friends encounter aliens in the woods. The basic plot was interesting but it dragged in places, and is probably the only sci-fi novel of his that misses the mark a bit. I would recommend this to big fans of King who want to read all of his books.

If the truth is to be known Dreamcatcher is not Stephen King’s best piece of work, in fact if I am to be brutally honest it is far from it. The book is very slow and much bulkier than it needs to be. Whilst I am not afraid to jump into lengthy books I am usually able to finish them much quicker than I finished this – generally I can do a eight hundred page book across two days whereas this took me just over double that amount of time to work my way through simply because it did not hold my attention in the same way. That being said, it is an interesting sci-fi read – if a little bit too much like some of his other books in certain ways. It is more so for the diehard Stephen King fans and not one of the books that I would recommend to someone who has never before read his books or has only picked up a handful of his best known pieces of work (if you do fall into that category of being someone looking for a good Stephen King book I highly recommend Misery which is my favourite work by the author). Moreover, I found there to be a little bit too much focus upon flatulence. Whilst it may have been one of the aspects of the creatures in the book it soon grew boring exceptionally quickly, something that I can imagine even children would grow tired of after a time. Overall it’s another Stephen King book to add to the list I have read but it is not one I would go out of my way to ever read again or force upon other people.

The plot is one of King's weakest and least interesting. All in all, I am not a huge fan of his science fiction works. BUT the circle of friends within this book are the hidden gems. They're very likeable and made me continue to read the book when I otherwise wouldn't have.

IT was a lot longer than this but I was still forcing myself to read it as I kept getting bored of the story line. Like what another reviewers said the friendship through this are really good but the people that died didn't really need too. Felt like he was killing them off just for the sake of trying to make it better when infact it would of probably been better to have them all survive through it. As for the aliens the ones that got inside the stoumachs sounded pretty gruesome but the one inside his head got boring. How can you have something that could potentially wipe out all man kind die after a few days in cold weather? Very long winded.

Want to know why the woods are so damn scary? I’ll tell you. Back when we were throwing lumps of rock at wildebeest, we decided that large, open Savannahs are greatly preferable to murky forests where you’re never quite sure what’s hiding behind the next tree. It’s in our genes, you see. Couldn’t do much about it even if we wanted to. Anyway, that’s where S King Esq sends us in ‘Dreamcatcher’, straight into the forests of northern Maine. The characters we follow have been going there for years to drink beer and kill any of the local wildlife that’s foolish enough to wander past their gunsights. But this time, something’s different. It all kicks off when another Elmer Fudd staggers towards their hut, utterly disoriented, covered in a strange red rash, and breaking wind like a foghorn. Uh-oh, we think to ourselves. This ain’t gonna end well. It’s those bloomin’ aliens again. They’ve only gone and crashed their space-ship. Now everyone within probing distance has been infected with their spore, which takes up residence in your stomach, then bursts out in an unusually unpleasant way from your backside. Hence the epoch-defining flatulence. Stop giggling at the back: if anyone can make windypops seem terrifying, it’s Stephen King. ‘The sounds coming from behind the closed door were brutal and meaty, like ripping flesh’. Yuck, yuck, yuck, and yuck. It is all most unsavoury. Can the mighty hunters alert the authorities before their bottoms explode? Tune in next week to find out. Or, rather, hang around for a chapter or two while Mr King delves around in their back story, which, would you believe, involves a Very Brave Thing they did as kids. Hmm, sounds kind of familiar. ‘It‘, anyone? ‘The Body’? We also have a character with special needs, in this case Down’s Syndrome, who to no-one’s great surprise turns out to have Uncanny Powers. Carrie? Green Mile? Oh, and the whole aliens in the boondocks plot seems mighty close to ‘Tommyknockers’, now you mention it. Yes, I know it’s his novel, and he can write the thing any way he chooses, but I can’t be alone among his fans in finding some of his recent stuff derivative to the point of plagiarism. Is it possible to plagiarise oneself? King certainly gives it his best shot. Add to this a certain ambivalence as to how dangerous these aliens are supposed to be – one minute they’re the greatest threat humanity has ever faced, then they’re dropping like flies because New England is too cold for them – and we have a huge windy monster of a book, at least 200 pages too long, which for sheer self-indulgence, recycling of old ideas, and general fannying-about, must rank as one of King’s least impressive works.