Brother Odd
Okay, I finished reading this about two weeks ago, but I have only been able to post something now! What is going on? Well, it is summer time, after all, and this past week was my holiday; also, it was the first time in a very long time that it wasn’t raining consecutively, day after day. I was out and about, doing outdoors-y stuff, and all around enjoying myself. When I wasn’t doing any of the outdoor/vacation/summer-comes-but-once-a-year stuff, I was also reading: I have two more reviews to add to my collection as soon as I get around to it.
Oh, and I was mentally preparing myself for a new job that I am starting today!
Getting back to Brother Odd….With this third installment in Koontz’s series, I found that I was slightly disappointed with the novel. I mean, after reading numerous reviews that essentially exclaim that the novel Brother Odd was a fine return to form after many people exclaimed their disdain toward Forever Odd, I was quite surprised to find that I actually enjoyed Forever Odd more than Brother Odd. I’m not sure if this is good or not; indeed, I’m left to wonder whether Koontz’s writing has degenerated to such a degree that it’s finally come down to the best in the mediocre. If it wasn’t for the moniker stamped on the dust jacket of the novel, I’m sure many of Koontz’s latest exercises would have remained in the slush pile.
Why do I feel compelled to read such drivel? In the end, I can’t really answer that, although I guess I can justify it by explaining that it passes the time really well when one is looking for something mindless to do. Between reading Koontz and setting myself on fire for shits and giggles, I’ll pick the act of reading every time. Boy, I sure am rough on old man Koontz, but I can’t help it. His novels have become such tedious exercises. And yet I still read them. So, on that note, when the next installment of the series titled Odd Hours arrives in the mail, I’ll read it and then write a review here forthwith. You can count on it.
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