I finished the last 650 pages of Dan Simmons's doorstop of a horror novel in one go last night. Why are books that you can't put down always so very, very long? I short I went to bed at 4:30am last night and my brain is fried. And I'm awake again. Ugh.
Suffice to say it is a well-written novel, very descriptive, and told through the narration of Wilkie Collins. I think I read somewhere that a reviewer didn't think the prose was Victorian enough, but I think it captures Wilkie's writing style quite well and Wilkie wasn't a typical Victorian (kept one mistress, had children by another, and never married) plus he was massively addicted to opiates. The lurid opium dreams are wonderful. Simmons leaves you with a mystery to solve - what did Wilkie see that was real and what was illusion?
Good book. If you want more, go to the B&N page and click on "Customer Reviews"; I'm pedsphleb.