This is a fairly typical early Stephen King collection: a few stories are great, most are simply good, and a couple are pretty bad. On the upper end of that scale we have Dolan's Cadillac, which is a King take on The Cask of Amontillado, wherein a man gets revenge on his wife's killer by methodically burying him alive in the titular car. Home Delivery, about a group of islanders who survive once the graveyards on the mainland start spewing out zombies, is also pretty great and classic Stephen King. But reading the whole collection also means suffering through items like Head Down, a 54-page nonfiction account of his son's Little League season that's every bit as self-indulgent as it sounds. (In a way I guess that's as horrifying as the zombies...)
As a fan of Stephen King, I have to say that I enjoy his short stories more than his novels, for the most part. The stories in this particular book, however, left something to be desired. There were a few I absolutely loved. Dolan's Cadillac and the Night Flyer were amazing. Chattery Teeth and The Moving Finger were both creepy and funny at the same time. But overall, I have to say that the stories in Night Shift and The Skeleton Crew were much better. I guess my expectations for this set were too high. That's not to say I didn't enjoy the book. I did, very much. I just have one question: why is Stephen King so obsessed with his characters' bathroom habits? I don't think there's a story in this book that doesn't delve deeply into the MC's need to urinate and defecate. Why do I need to know this? Why do I want to know this? By the end of the book, it left a sour feeling.