Part of the reason for that, I think, was that there was hardly any time to see Michael at his best. My biggest problem with the book was probably Michael, who I didn't entirely like. When I wasn't reading it and had more of a chance to think about it, I found that certain aspects of it irked me more. This is one of those books that I enjoyed more as I was reading it and in the grip of its creepy atmosphere than when I wasn't reading it. I'm much more of a wimp now and rarely read horror, but I couldn't resist the bit on the back of this book that said fans of Neil Gaiman would enjoy it. The first time I raided my parents' bookshelves, I took Stephen King's Firestarter (which I enjoyed) and a German copy of Pet Sematary (that didn't work out so well – my German vocab just wasn't up to the task). When I was younger, I used to read lots of horror novels.
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