Oh Blue World, Don't Desert Me Now: Blue World by Robert R. McCammon
I've been looking forward to this. . . Before a few years ago, with one notable exception (we'll cover it below), I hadn't read any Robert McCammon. I was aware of him, but I was too busy chasing down John Halkin novels about critter attacks and working through Richard Laymon's bibliography to make room for him. Then I finally picked up a copy of Blue World and I felt something I hadn't felt since I'd first dived into Stephen King years and years ago: Electrifying, joyful excitement! It was like a summer camp for the imagination, with clean, crisp writing, creative attention to detail, and a gen...