I was getting bogged down in another book and needed a break. So I turned to this, a horror tale written by a son of Stephen King. It was kinduva cool, weird tale of a girl, Victoria (Vic) who can ride her bike across a certain bridge to find whatever she's looking for. But then there's an evil guy named Charlie Manx who has his own magical ride (a Rolls Royce Wraith with the license plate NOS4A2) that takes him to his nightmarish vision of Christmasland. Manx also kidnaps children to bring them to Christmasland and occasionally murders their parents. Lovely, right? Well these two cross paths and after a close call, their fates are intertwined. For a 700+ page book, this one reads pretty fast. I think I took about two weeks on it. It was fun to delve into horror again. (By the way, in case you didn't already know, NOS4A2 = Nosferatu, the German equivalent of vampire.)