Needful Things

There was a new shop in town. Run by a stranger.

Needful Things, the sign said. The oddest name. A name that caused some gossip and speculation among the good folks of Castle Rock, Maine, while they waited for opening day.

Eleven-year-old Brian Rusk was the first customer and he got just what he wanted, a very rare 1956 Sandy Koufax baseball card. Signed. Cyndi Rose Martin was next. A Lalique vase. A perfect match for her living room decor.

Something for everyone. Something you really had to have. And always at a price you could just about afford. The cash price that is. Because there was another price. There always is when your heart's most secret, true desire is for sale . . .

An incredibly gifted writer, whose writing . . . is so fluid that you often forget that you're reading. Guardian

An incredibly gifted writer, whose writing ... is so fluid that you often forget that you're reading. -- Guardian A sophisticated literary craftsman ... his work anatomises ... the social fabric of small-town American life. -- Observer