You Like It Darker

Stephen King does it again.

I've never read Stephen King (minus [b:The Jaunt|52317884|The Jaunt|Stephen King|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1561266112l/52317884.SX50_SY75.jpg|71429287] and that one short story of his where a man stranded on an island eats himself to death. But after reading this, I get it.

I don't normally write reviews (I'd like to, I've been meaning to, but I've just never got around to actually doing it), but after reading Danny Coughlin's Bad Dream I've been emotionally moved enough to sit down at my computer and write this out. Because it is truly something incredible.

I don't want to spoil anything. Because it's always better if you experience yourself, summarizing it would only negate any suspense or intrigue in the mystery that is Danny Coughlin's Bad Dream. And it is a mystery, albeit an unrelenting one, oh dear, it is unrelenting, it shocks you, angers you, puzzles you. It's a story that captured me far more than anything I've read these past few months, so much so that I could not tear myself away from the book until I had finished it.

I expected untold horrors when I read the title You Like It Darker. All I found was a coldness called humanity. Maybe I found what I expected all I along.

But I suppose that's I like it anyways.