I’ve always loved Koontz’s passion for 3 standards a love pairing, a ten-year-old boy, and a golden retriever. If I had a Koontzie and a Barker in front of me, I’d go for the Barker, hands down. The best book I read in 2020 was The Fourth Monkey by J D Barker. I think I’m ready for an affair with a new author. I wanted to love it and rip the pages over in my haste to get to the next one, forget to feed the dog, let the bath overflow and generally forget to breathe-but it was okay. If I didn’t get to it that night-it was okay. And since then, it’s all got a bit samey and passively wishy-washy. My love was first tarnished with the Jon Snow books (is that even his name, the guy with RP?) And then I wasn’t keen on Odd Thomas. I’m busy, I didn’t have a lot of time, but in the old days, I would have devoured a Koontzie in less than 48 hours. Sticking with the spousal analogy, it’s like a marriage that has lost its sparkle. That stings because Koontzie has been my life-long favourite author. In a sentence, I can say that this book was okay. Tough review to write because I feel like a disloyal wife.
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