NOS4A2 by Joe Hill
ISBN 978-0062200570 • Morrow • $28.99 • 704 pages
I like scary stuff—movies, roller coasters and, yes, books. My favorite horror novel is actually a tie between The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson and ’Salem's Lot by Stephen King. So, I quickly called "dibs" on one of the advance reading copies of Joe Hill's forthcoming novel, NOS4A2, one of our most anticipated books of spring.
Charles "Charlie" Talent Manx may be one of the creepiest villains of all time—with his sidekick, Bing, not far behind. Simplistic in his beliefs and pure evil in his actions, Manx preys on children, picking them up in his menacing 1938 Rolls-Royce Wraith and taking them to a fantastical place called Christmasland, where it's Christmas every day and from where the children will never return.
Victoria "Vic" McQueen has her own supernatural ability to locate lost items and is the only child to ever escape Manx's clutches. Fast-forward several years. Neither Manx nor Vic has been able to forget their encounter. Circumstances force another face-off between them. Who will emerge victorious in this ultimate battle of good against evil? I don't know because I'm only on page 406 of 704 of this thoroughly engrossing, spine-tingling page-turner—but even if I did, I wouldn't spoil it for you, of course.
Here's an excerpt—in which Vic has just come upon one of Manx's victims, a young boy—to tide you over until the book comes out on April 30. And be sure to check out the May issue of BookPage, which will feature an interview with Hill about the book.
He gripped her wrist, and she screamed at his touch. His hand, blazing against her skin, was as bad as pressing her wrist to a hot frying pan. It took her an instant to register the sensation not as heat but as cold.
The horn sounded with a great blast. In the confined space of the garage, the noise was almost too much to bear. Vic didn't know why it went off. She hadn't touched the steering wheel.
"Let me go! You're hurting me," she said.
"I know," he said.
When he smiled, she saw that his mouth was full of little hooks, rows of them, each as small and delicate as a sewing needle. The rows of them seemed to go all the way down his throat. The horn sounded again.
The boy raised his voice and shouted, "Mr. Manx! Mr. Manx, I caught a girl! Mr. Manx, come see!”
What do you think? Does this sound like your cup of tea? And what about you—what are you reading this week?