I’ve always said that cell phones will be the death of civilization (out of jest, of course). Maybe a group of us will grow tired of the numerous, vapid banter that intrude in on our daily lives and stage an uprising of sorts. Maybe. Stephen King’s The Cell takes it to a much more terrifying level where cell phones literally causes the death of civilization. When a signal call the Pulse, of unknown origins, is passed through millions of cell phones, the users are rendered into mindless zombies that have tapped into their primal instincts. I think they call that Twitter … just kidding. What happens is anything short of a preview of Armageddon, where the world is split into “phoners” and “normies” (those that were smart to do with excessively yapping on or owning a cell phone). As a group of strangers set out to find some strange sort of sanctuary or refuge from the chaotic world created by the Pulse, they find themselves facing a terrifying adversary (no, not a mutated phone bill) and a strange emerging world that threatens those that survived the Pulse. As only as Stephen King can conjure, The Cell grips you in this story and leaves you on the edge of your seat, sweating nervously as you find yourself peering around the corner of the pages anxious to see what awaits you and these reluctant strangers. In all, a good riveting read. It’s Stephen King after all, folks.