I don't usually like thrillers. I guess it's because I never read a good one.
Just finished reading Red Dragon by Thomas Harris, and it was so crazy good, it made the hair move on my head, it made my heart race and my stomach flip, and in the end it fooled me, it fooled me like a little girl. I didn't see it coming, dammit, I didn't. Thomas Harris, you win. And Hannibal Lecter is a charming sweetie.