Currently reading: The Devil in Silver

Loving it so much that I'm not sure how I'm going to tear myself away when it's time for work.

It's smart—set in a psychiatric hospital, and there's a wonderful monologue early on about why involuntary longterm residents might not be so particularly into reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest—and it's scary and this aside from the narrator just made me laugh out loud:

What was it? Pepper took his hand off Coffee's shoulder. He looked down at Coffee with a look of pleading. Would Coffee go in first? But Coffee just shook his head. Coffee sure wasn't going in to investigate on Pepper's behalf. He wasn't about to be that black guy. (You know, the one who scouts ahead and gets his ass sliced in two. Somewhere near the first ten minutes of the horror movie. Although, to be fair, moviemakers have largely stopped that practice. Now there's usually one amiable but forgettable white person who dies first, and then they kill off all the nonwhite cast members.)