This autobiography is mainly a telling of the hoarding of the author: how it started, what he collects (nothing, as he says in the title, by which he means objects that have no value whatsoever, like labels of food-cans or empty cereal boxes)and what this collecting means to him and to other people.
I had thought I would have found this book very interesting, but this was not the case. It is well written, but I feel it lacks something, although I couldn't say what exactly. Perhaps I would have liked more about what the collections mean to him, although it is clear that King himself doesn't quite know.
I think this book is a must, however, for people who are hoarders themselves, or those that have to live with someone who hoards.