This is one of those half-remembered books from long ago that I'm sure did a real number on me and my impressionable mind when I was a kid far too young to be reading this kind of thing. 10/10 five stars amazing.

I mean, nostalgia probably has something to do with it, too - maybe if I read it for the first time today it wouldn't have much to offer, let alone the level of shock value it probably had for a kid. Maybe books of this sort, edgy but comical and thoughtful, are a dime a dozen these days (if that's the case, feel free to recommend some).
I think it probably still stands on its own merit. Maybe. I actually finished re-reading it months ago but didn't get around to updating this, so the impression it made on me as an adult is perhaps not so fresh in the memory.
I was just pretty stoked to find and re-read a book I'd mostly forgotten about, in any case. ( )

Ten years after Billy March and his parents are driven out of Balmoral Close, a young couple move into the street and a series of nasty pranks begins.

I have just re-read this book and found it a lot sadder and crueller than I remembered. But I still enjoyed it. ( )

After having been vaguely and mildly disappointed by Fowler's "Disturbia" earlier this year, I was tempted to give this one a miss but having read it I'm glad I didn't as I found it much more satisfying than the previous novel. Maybe it's because I'm rather more familiar with the suburbia of "Psychoville" than with the central London of "Disturbia", and with the snobbiness of suburban drones with nothing to actually be snobby about.

I'd like to set out my thoughts and reactions in some depth but I suspect that it would be very difficult to do that without introducing spoilers to the detriment of later readers. So I'll just say that I liked it a lot. ( )