Been browsing charity shops today, where I get a lot of my books.
And picked up 'Fluke' by James Herbert.
It was the first of his books I read all through, I started 'The Rats' which dad left lying around, but that was taken off me when I asked what gonorrhoea was. I was only 9 or 10 at the time and this was the late seventies.
I was a massive bookworm then, and a sort of compensation (and to dodge awkward questions, about the above mentioned word), mum said she would get me another book by JH.
She came home with Fluke, the first 'adult' book I read, I loved it and was lost to my family during the time I devoured it.
That copy (well read, and well dog eared) was lost long ago.
Seeing a newer imprint on the shelf I had to have it. The OH was like 'what do you want a book about a dog for, you're a cat person'

Try to explain but she's not getting it.
Come home make cup of tea, and settle into my book. Loving it as much as the first time, after an hour the OH is getting bored and I get verbals about putting 'my stupid dog book down'
Tomorrow she is out all day, so I can settle back in with a long, long session.
Maybe it was because it was the first, but for me Fluke was his best book, I did eventually read The Rats and the sequels among other books of his. Domain comes a close second.
Mind you, the film version is a pile of dog poo.