I haven’t started reading this yet, but I plan on reading “Horns” by Joe Hill in January.
I like the first paragraph quite a lot.
Ignatius Martin Perrish spent the night drunk and doing terrible things. He woke the next morning with a headache, put his hands to his temples, and felt something unfamiliar, a pair of knobby pointed protuberances. He was so ill – wet-eyed and weak – he didn’t think anything of it at first, was too hungover for thinking or worry.
Isn’t that intriguing already? What terrible things? And why would he have grown horns overnight? I think this is going to be a good read…