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In my younger days, I gobbled up Stephen King novels like
popcorn. Carrie, The Stand, Cujo, Pet Sematary…I couldn’t turn the pages
fast enough. Forget any deeper meanings
or morals; I just want the nip of a scare, the familiar tingle of a good fright. I
flipped page after page propelled along by King’s tight stories and wicked
characters. That is, until I read It. That
damned clown Pennywise sucked the joy out of horror novels and left me with
months of dark nightmares. He not only
haunted my dreams, he took up permanent residence under my bed, inside the dark
closet, in the basement’s deepest corners.
I vowed never to read another
horror novel again; but as any horror aficionado can tell you, “never” really means “until it gets you later.”
Last week, when I
left BookExpo America, I packed up mounds of galleys to ship home, grabbing the
top copy for plane reading. Once crammed
into my seat, I took the book out of my bag.
In my hand was Breed
by Chase Novak (aka Scott Spencer) and boldly emblazoned on the cover was this accolade by Stephen
King: “BREED is the best horror novel I’ve read since Peter Straub’s GHOST
STORY.” Faced with a choice between a
gummed up old magazine in the seat pocket in front of me and a pristine
yet-unpublished horror novel from a well-known author, I
sucked it up and chose the latter. When
we landed two hours later, I didn’t want to put it down.