I've not been engaged in reading a novel since the ones I read in KL in June. This is odd. A bit like the strange lassitude I've experienced of late with regard to listening to music. Decided to get things back to normal by popping into the library at work and grabbing a Stephen King. You just can't go wrong with the Master of the Macabre, well I can't, and he's so prolific that there's still plenty left of his oeuvre to read for me, despite my fanboy status.
The novel is question is Hearts in Atlantis, which I'm aware got made into a movie, but I haven't a clue what it's about. Which suits me fine. And now I'm about to make a start, despite the lateness of the hour, so Good Night, God Bless, to all.