I've been down on Koontz for a while, not enjoying his last books. When I heard that Frankenstein would be a new trilogy, I was baffled as to why. Regardless, I chose to give it a listen and was pleasantly surprised. Although the book ends just as the action is mounting (like his previous Frankenstein books), the story was quite a bit more solid (so far) then the last trilogy. There are the old characters along with an interesting set of new characters, most of which are likeable. Apart from a few minor issues, I enjoyed this book and I am looking forward to the next in the series. I hope this is a sign that Koontz is beginning to return to the writing that made me a fan so long ago.
I think that Dean Koontz has lost the formula. Maybe he is bored with the old sharp witted thriller. Maybe he is just running out of ideas. The Frankenstein series started out average and kept getting worse. I will not purchase another.
Six year old's father.
To all those whining about this only being half a book: This is the format of the Koontz/Frankenstein books. Get used to it. If you read the first trilogy, you know that all ready, ya crybabies.
This is a good follow on to a great first trilogy. It was my introduction to Koontz, and it was a good one led to the discovery of Odd Thomas and many other, equally good books besides. I don't know if I'd characterize it as vintage Koontz-- his older stuff seems just a trifle formulaic by comparison, although formulaic can be good, and if a writer ventures outside the bounds of his usual ouvre, I can see it being frustrating to a longtime fan who's spent money on the book, probably in hard cover.
I love these characters, and it's good to have so many returning favorites, as well as new ones. Deucalion, Erica Five, Jocko, Carson, Michael-- even brother Knuckles aka Salvatore, of Brother Odd fame, makes a cameo.
As always, it was incongruous to have a new reader of old characters, ones you associate with another voice. This being said-- Lane had me pleasantly on his side by the end. At first he made Jocko sound way too much like Paul Lynn, of 70s comedy/game show infamy, but even that grew on me. All in all, it wasn't QUITE a tour de force... but it's the first novel of a (likely) trilogy... if it left me entirely satisfied, it probably isn't doing it's job. Which, I think, is where I came in.
Good stuff, highly recommended, read the first three first, 'cause they're great, too. And they'll make this one better. And hey, the bayou is more fun than Montana, this time of year, unless you love Montana, which I do. But that's neither here nor there. Buy it! Hear it! Live it! Love it!