Like most of us, I've virtually run out of books to read. The local bookshop has been well plundered at this stage.
In fact, the last book I bought was a copy of The Stand for a neighbour who had never heard of it. I thought it was perfect pandemic material for him to stick his teeth into and I must admit I was quite gratified when he complained that it gave him nightmares.
I had a similar experience even closer to home this week and I'm still laughing. Having run out of her own books, the missus was desperate for something to dive into.
I searched through my book pile and stumbled across The Call, Peadar Ó Guilín's dystopian Young Adult novel about an Ireland that has been placed in lockdown - quite literally.
One day, planes fall from the sky and a mysterious barrier surrounds the country, cutting us off from the rest of the world.
It's the revenge of the fairies, you see - or the Sidhe, as they're called here. Banished by the first human inhabitants, the Sidhe exist in a nightmare parallel universe and they now have the power to kidnap Irish teenagers to torture and kill them in their own hellish environment.
I thoroughly enjoyed it I'm still baffled that it hadn't been turned into a Netflix mini-series. But the wife's response was even more entertaining. Like my friend with The Stand, it gave her nightmares - yet she'd still wake up in the middle of the night to read a few more pages. That's the joy of a good scare - it gets under your skin, unsettles you, yet keeps you coming back for more.
Ó Guilín conjured up a minor masterpiece and one that will stay with you. Well, it did for the wife, anyway, who still hasn't forgiven me for recommending it.