Dolores Claiborne is being interrogated by the police regarding the death of her employer, Vera Donovan, who broke her back after falling down the stairs. But was it an accident or was she pushed? As Dolores tells her story, it emerges that she is indeed responsible for a death, just not Vera's. Stephen King decided to write this novel in the first-person voice of Dolores, who speaks in a very folksy, colloquial New England style. It's up to the reader to determine whether they can tolerate this voice throughout the entire book. At times, it feels like Grandpa Simpson telling a story, going on and on about something completely unrelated and uninteresting. Dolores always has to comment on everything anyone says, adding her thoughts after relating a conversation. This makes for a tiring read. My main issue was that this book didn't need to be so long. There's an extended section at the beginning where she talks about her relationship with Vera and focuses solely on her toilet habits. Then she relates everything about her family, despite the fact that the story is set in a police interrogation room. And then she goes on about her dull life. There is a good story here about how she killed her husband after he molested their eldest daughter, but it takes an incredibly long time to get there. Most of the time, I wanted to strangle Dolores and her endless banal platitudes that added nothing to the story and only made me angrier that King indulged so freely in tedious padding. This book really should have been no longer than a short story of about 75-100 pages. This is really only for die-hard King fans as it is far from his best work. There's no real horror here, except for some half-baked nightmares Dolores has. And the folksy nonsense she spouts and her dull existence, which King seems to hold up as virtuous because she's working class, is nothing more than drivel from white trash. "Lisey's Story" is still the worst thing King has written, but "Dolores Claiborne" comes in a close second.