a short book review
I read Dean Koontz's Odd Thomas yesterday.
I now remember why I generally don't read Dean Koontz books. Reading his stories is like having disappointing sex. It starts off good, you're really into it, getting excited...and then somewhere in the middle you roll your eyes and think This is it? You have got to be kidding me. But you lay there and finish it out just to see if it gets any better towards the end, but it never does. Not only do you not get an orgasm out of it, but you end up with a blistering headache and a vague sense that, even though you didn't pay for it, you were still ripped off.
The only good part is, the book reminded me of a horror story I started writing that I'd like to dust off and work on again. If I can't find a horror book that's going to scare me into sleeping with the lights on, I'll just have to write it myself.
So now, sitting on my shelf are three more books given to me by well meaning friends who insist that I read what they like.
Any hints as to which one to go with?