Day 28: Last book you read
Well, this was easy. It’s part 5 in the Frankenstein series written by Dean Koontz.
At the beginning of July I read Koontz’s book, What The Night Knows. I loved it so much, and it was my first Koontz book ever, that I wanted to read more. If you’ve been following my blog, then you know I spent all of July and August pouring through the 5 books in the Frankenstein series.
Book 1 and 2 were awesome and kept me hooked, but the plot started to fall short by book 3 which I reviewed as being the worst in the series. Boy was I wrong…Book 4 got even worse, and Book 5 was a real struggle to even get through but I finished it!
And with that, I’m taking a break from Koontz and going to read something else for a book…or two…or three…
This is the first series I’ve ever read probably since grade school, and I don’t even remember what series I would have read back then.
It also proves that loyal fans will pretty much read any crap that their favorite author puts out, which is why these people become so obscenely rich. Stephen King, you hear me talking. Don’t believe me? Just check out the reviews at Amazon. The last three books in this series averaged 3 out of 5 stars overall…and as of this post Book 5 only has 45 reviews not counting mine.
Through Book 4 and Book 5, I was constantly saying to myself, “Wow! I could do better than this.” Koontz fills pages with so many characters that don’t really have any effect on the main plot whatsoever. They are just page fillers. And when you finally get to the end, he wraps it all up with a pretty bow in about 10 pages with a lack luster ending, having spent too much time building up to it.
For example, there were two special under cover FBI detectives introduced in Book 4 who were in all of 3 chapters total and really served no purpose whatsoever. At the end of that book, you had no idea what they were up to. Granted, they come back in Book 5, but one of them is killed by his third scene and his now solo partner still had no mainstream effect on the overall plot whatsoever.
It’s like Koontz sat down and had written some scenes and didn’t know what to do with them and he found them one day and said, oh yeah, let’s throw this in this book. It’ll work. I don’t know what else to write in here, and I’m tired of it. Let’s just wrap it up. Who cares?
And people buy it and oogle over it likes it’s the best thing ever. Like I said, I’ve got to move forward and read something else and try to repair my IQ a bit. I’m sure I’ll try Koontz again. I’d love to read his Odd Thomas series. But he may quickly lose a short term fan forever if he keeps writing this way.