It’s not a book but a story by Harlan Ellison called, “I have no mouth, and I must scream”.

I was a pre-teen at the time and it gave my nightmares some new fodder I can tell you. I read it in one of my older brothers’ sci fi magazines he subscribed to. I was forbidden to look at or touch them so I had to suffer in silence or be found out as a “dirty little sneak”.

Memories.

If it’s the original author then I’m fine with it because they can do what they want with their art.

I hate it when companies that own the rights change the authors writing after they’re dead/incapacitated. Bowdlerizing an authors work to pander to markets or the superficial whims of “modern sensibilities” is grotesque.