Cell
Stephen King
Scribner
There’s a reason cell rhymes with hell.<b> </b><br> <br>On October 1,
God is in His heaven, the stock market stands at 10,140, most of the
planes are on time, and Clayton Riddell, an artist from Maine, is almost
 bouncing up Boylston Street in Boston. He’s just landed a comic book
deal that might finally enable him to support his family by making art
instead of teaching it. He’s already picked up a small (but expensive!)
gift for his long-suffering wife, and he knows just what he’ll get for
his boy Johnny. Why not a little treat for himself? Clay’s feeling good
about the future. <br> <br>That changes in a hurry. The cause of the
devastation is a phenomenon that will come to be known as The Pulse, and
 the delivery method is a cell phone. Everyone’s cell phone. Clay and
the few desperate survivors who join him suddenly find themselves in the
 pitch-black night of civilization’s darkest age, surrounded by chaos,
carnage, and a human horde that has been reduced to its basest
nature...and then begins to evolve. <br> <br>There’s really no escaping
this nightmare. But for Clay, an arrow points home to Maine, and as he
and his fellow refugees make their harrowing journey north they begin to
 see crude signs confirming their direction. A promise, perhaps. Or a
threat... <br> <br>There are 193 million cell phones in the United
States alone. Who doesn’t have one? Stephen King’s utterly gripping,
gory, and fascinating novel doesn’t just ask the question “Can you hear
me now?” It answers it with a vengeance.</br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br>