Every Koontz fan knows that his books stretch believability to the breaking point, but this one goes way past that point. Typically the reader can expect the human characters to act rationally, which goes a long way toward making the surreal and supernatural work. This one does not have that element of rationality. I have stayed with it to half the book in a vain attempt to find merit. I'm giving up.
This book was neither purely historical or purely novel, with neither having enough "umph" to keep me interested. I stuck with it until the middle of part 3, sure that it would get better, but, just more of the same.
unlikable characters doing unlikely things. This book is so racially biased, it was almost laughable.
I would not have believed that Michael Crichton wrote this book. It read like a weak bodice-ripper.
This book was a true gem. It enthralled me from the first page. I was sorry to see it end.
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