I'm reading Ghost Story by Peter Straub and am about halfway through. The first half moved at a plodding sort of pace, but it's starting to pick up and I'm starting to get scared; it's amazing, in retrospect, how he's built up this creeping spookiness. I'm going to curl up beside my stuffed cows and bat and cats and dachshund and fox [since I've been sick I've acquired stuffed critters from friends and family] and hope they protect me.