Having read this book, I’ve caught myself on several occasions pausing before answering a cell phone. Why? Well, “Cell” is Stephen King’s post-apocalyptic take on both cell phones and zombies. On a beautiful Boston afternoon, people go mad, doing violent things to one another, and the madness seems to grow exponentially by the moment. Our protagonist quickly makes a few sane friends and they soon come to realize that it was the cell phones that drove all of those other folks crazy. As incident after incident happened, more people reached for their cell phones to call 911, which made that caller wild, too, and increased the trouble. The cell phones, they surmise early in the book, emitted a pulse which wiped the users’ brains clean. Soon, the “phone crazies” become more organized working together on an instinctual or telepathic level, so that all of these “phone crazies” are all part of the same communal mind, or part of the same cell. “Cell” is a page-turner; hey, it’s a Stephen King novel, would you expect any less? King proved himself a master of the horror genre years ago, and he still has those horror chops. Like his best work, King takes something everyday ordinary and turns it into a thing of horror. With “Cell,” King does it again which is why I’ve been a little reluctant to pick up that ringing cell phone.