<p>Pulped fiction just got a whole lot scarier<br>Few books ever become loved. Most linger on undead, their sallow pages labyrinths of old, brittle stories and screeds of forgotten knowledge? And other things, besides:<br>Paper-pale forms that rustle softly through their leaves. Ink-dark shapes swarming in shadow beneath faded type. And an invitation?<br>Harris delights in collecting the unloved. He wonders if you'd care to donate. A small someth...