Started this one yesterday morning; just finished it about 30 minutes ago. If not errand-handling yesterday and pesky money-earning today, I'd have finished this one much quicker.
Jack Ketchum has officially become the tops, author-wise. The stories keep getting better, gorier, scarier, more extreme. This dude is a master at bringing otherworldly horrors into everyday reality. The Lost is still his best, to me, in terms of overall effect. But Off Season is paced at triple time, striking sharper and more often.
Off Season's "sequel," Offspring, shall be cracked open tomorrow morning on the good ol' PATH train. Could very well be ran through by Wednesday afternoon.
After Offspring, it'll be time to delve pupils-first into the compiled works of both Ray Bradbury and H.P. Lovecraft.
It's a self-imposed genre fiction workshop from here on out, punk mutha suckers.
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