I've just read the first 90 pages of Clive Barker's Mister B. Gone.
This is quite interesting in that the book is speaking to you as you read it. It's a book possessed by a demon named Jakabok Botch who for the first few pages was trying to convince me to burn the book rather than read on. However he seems to now have decided i'm a stubborn sod and is reluctantly telling me his story.
I love how the cover looks old and battered even though it's in mint condition.
Stephen King's Cell played out far differently to how i imagined it would after the initial set up. Although i enjoyed reading it i'm not sure i'd ever wish to read it again. It's certainly no Salem's Lot or Danny Coughlin's Bad Dream when it comes to King at his best.
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