Who knew a book could be so horrible??? 
 Oh Christ the dry dialogue, unrealistic observations like: 
 "[His eyes] were like flecks of steel-the hatdest metal in the world" oh come on! 
 "John's were hands that had seen work -- real, arduous work. The hands of a fighter. 
 But not just a fighter, I realized, as they gripped me. His were hands that had killed. 
 A part of me must have known this all along. But it hadn't really sunk in until tonight. 
 And by then, of course, it was far, far too late." 
 "I looked down at the skin on my bare arms where those killer fingers had been. Incredibly, they'd left no mark, though earlier I could have sworn they'd singed me to the bone." 
 And if the cheesy and unnecessary poems/shakespeare shit didn't push me over the edge, the irritating repetition of "Check yourself before you wreck yourself" all through the book. 
 U can't suffer anymore. I give up. I'm sure its going somewhere but I don't wanna be that boat.