I read Dean Koontz's 77 Shadow Street.
Now, I greatly respect Mr. Koontz body of work. The first novel of his that I read was From the Corner Of His Eye, and I was blown away by the mix of contemporary characters, peppering philosophy, and sci fi blend. His other, older works, and subsequent works amused me and made me think outside the book. Except for Tick Tock, I threw that copy away.
Lately I have found his work to be in decline. With 77 his characters are cardboard, with a quirk worked in for "originality". The plot seems like a rehashed telling of the Taking and Terminator, with zero believability. There's a golden retriever at the end, like always.
Reading this I kept looking for the inspiration that used to glow from his words. He may not be the best author in the world, but he still inspired me.
Now I feel as though I have out grown him. Maybe I have grown as a writer and can no longer go to others to get inspiration.
Or more probably I've become more jaded and prideful believing that I can do better.
Mr. Koontz is published by an actual company, whereas I am, to this date, not.
77 is not a good read for when you are stranded away from human contact. I am thankful that the public library exists, so that I won't be parted from my hard earned dollar.
That said, please separate yourself from your hard earned dollar and buy my amazingly fleshed out, character driven crime procedural that is based on science research and has deep philosophic underpinnings.
True Monsters, not in stores now: