I have to say that Stephen King's Dark Tower Series nearly made me go postal. Someone warned me not to read it, but after the third story, as surreal and frustrating as it was, I had to keep going. Through the vanity fic portion, and the part where he just went off the rails, I had to keep going. Through the death of every character I'd loved and mourned, I had to keep going. Even to the last chapter, where he warned us all NOT to read it, I had to keep going - it was the only reward I could give myself for suffering (and I mean, really, really suffering) through the thousand books of this series.

And the ending nearly made me deranged. I have never hated an author so much. I can't even applaud his genius. He killed something in me that day. I will never, never trust Stephen King again. Never. Uh uh, no way.

Jeez, Teddy, rant much?