So I'm trying my damnedest to finish this long slog of a book. I have nothing against King and King's liberal leanings. I consider myself a liberal, too. But it's pretty ham fisted and, well, frankly comes across feeling pretty arrogant and condescending. Every male in the book is either a wimp or a beer swilling, yeehaw shouting hick. I love the premise of the book. There are parts of it that are imaginative and engaging. But the characters are completely one dimensional and lifeless. Every time I pick up the book I have to try to remember who these characters are (okay, Frank is... um, who is he? Oh, yeah, the dog catcher!) And, sorry ladies, I just don't think human society is going to collapse within 24 hours of being womanless. Months, maybe. Years. But one day and there are roving bands of crazed men burning women in bonfires? Without even trying to find a cure? Without waiting to see if they wake up, um, tomorrow maybe? Haha! Sorry, it just strains my credibility a little much. Maybe there is a second plague going on behind the scenes, which turns men into blithering, helpless, violent infants. I'm not sure. I guess I'll see if I can make it through to the end. Only about halfway through it now and it is a chore. If the stupidity keeps up, however, I'm going to mark it as a miss and move on to Joe Hill's new book.