It's been years since I read this last, and having read it, I'm starting to understand my love and appreciation for Dean Koontz over the years.
The action, the violence, the creepiness of this story (and quite a few other Koontz stories) was immensely appealing. At the same time the appeal to the positive... the idea of love and connection and things of that nature were somewhat...
more It's been years since I read this last, and having read it, I'm starting to understand my love and appreciation for Dean Koontz over the years.
The action, the violence, the creepiness of this story (and quite a few other Koontz stories) was immensely appealing. At the same time the appeal to the positive... the idea of love and connection and things of that nature were somewhat charming and hopeful.
Reading it now, the patterns of violence when it comes to Dean Koontz's work are pretty evident. His bad guys, while big and scary, are almost essentially the same person, and now that I'm a bit older to know better some of the lovey dovey stuff is a bit cheezy.
That being said, this book was still a lot of fun. While it's hardly high art, we read Dean Koontz because we like what he does. We don't mind the cheeze. We don't mind the patterns that appear from one book to the next. It's the nature of his work... and it's not going to slow down my slow but steady efforts to re-read the books of his that I don't have such a solid memory or recollection of.
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