Stephen King's latest novel Cell begins with a Pulse that turns people who use mobile phones crazy. Filled with Kings' predictable gore, the story follows the main character Clay, who leads a small band of normal people against the 'phone crazies'. The plot moves quickly and I was pleasantly surprised to find myself enjoying this mindless tale. This novel is nowhere near the literary heights of The Green Mile but entertaining just the same. My favourite quote was on page 37:
"That tight little accent grated on Clay's frayed nerves. He thought that if it had been a fart, it would have been the kind that comes out sounding like a party-horn blown by a kid with asthma."
Very amusing, and typical of the King style of writing I'm quite fond of.
My rating = ***