Have just finished reading N., and was very unimpressed. It reads like a cross between Flexible Bullet and Crouch End, both of which I like a lot, but recognition kills a lot of effect... plus many other sources, both King and non-King, echo there and I couldn't help feeling some prevailing second-handedness of what I was reading; let alone that the story was monotonous like hell, - worse, it was totally predictable.