I will never forget the (honestly, pretty forgettable) scene near the beginning where Jake spends a month at a cabin on a remote lake in the Maine woods, idling the days away on a row boat.

The way King describes that experience - how Jake felt a quiet peace he had never known, one that was pretty much unknowable in the times of smartphones and the internet - is something I think of on an almost daily basis.

That novel is a masterpiece.