I am not a big horror fan. It's either way too nightmarish and scary or so gruesomely over the top that I'm bored. But since I am in the mode of "expanding my literary horizons", I decided to read Andrew Smith's
The Marbury Lens. And I have to say that it didn't take long before I was absolutely freaked out--the book jacket says "Sixteen-year-old Jack gets drunk and is in the wrong place at the wrong time" but that doesn't begin to describe the terror of his kidnapping and torture at the hands of a sexual predator named Freddie (way creepier than Krueger).
