I've been working on reading this one for most of the summer. Other books kept getting my attention.
Alien life forms land in (of course) Maine, and start taking over people and animals. (It reads like Jason Trask's worst nightmare.) It's the Grays (or is it?) There's also a red, moss-like thing that grows on people called a byrus (or the Ripley). It can also grow inside the intestines, but I won't repeat the name for that permutation here.
It's a decent book, more of a psychodrama than things that go bump in the night.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad." "How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”
