Phew! What a ride that was!If you have ever wondered how something can thrill you to the bone, I highly recommend you read The Maze Runner. This book consumed me. While I might have used that expression before, I have never meant it as much as I do now.Reading The Maze Runner was like being sucked into a massive black hole of paranoia, suspense, fright, adrenaline, disbelief, shock... I have spent the last two days in a frenzy of pacing and freaking out, and occasionally shuddering (no, I seriously mean that!!); I’m sleep-deprived, and my jaw hurts from all the nail-biting, but WHO FREAKING CARES!!?? This book was totally worth it, and I LOVED every second!!What truly makes The Maze Runner so gloriously edgy is the way it makes you figure everything out from scratch. You’re utterly completely clueless. You have no background to cling on to, because every person in the story has had their memories wiped. You have no idea, at any given time, as to what really is happening, or what might happen. So you’re always guessing, wondering, waiting, dreading. Every chapter is a surprise more bizarre than the last, and it always catches you unprepared.And the weirdest thing?? This book scared me. Genuinely. There were times when I had to mentally prepare myself because I knew whatever was coming could not be pretty. And the end...Oh my God! I must have looked like a fool with my mouth hanging open and my eyes bulging out.Why bother with ghosts when a stupid maze can give you nightmares???Obviously, I have to read The Scorch Trials. ASAP.