I hate putting down a book once I’ve started it, until I have turned that final page. But in life sometimes exceptions must be made and this is definitely one of those times.
What can I say? This book, this story, simply did not connect with me in any way. I suppose that the concept does indeed have promise, but what ever little bit of interest it was successful in generating within me has wicked out.
The characters are beige, the scenes are beige, the writing is blah, blah, blah, full of cliché, beige and I do not care about any of it.
One thing Dean Koontz got right is that this is The Bad Place that no reader ever wants to visit.
Listen up critics, I can and have stopped reading this book.