Still reading Duma Key. Plodded through the first 77 pages, which were replete with the protagonist's depressive thoughts and schizoid episodes--not my idea of horror at all, but the idea of horror, perhaps, of Americans who live and feel that, even if they are with other people, they are all alone.

Finally, on page 78, something paranormal happens, and I think I might enjoy this novel all the way through the end.