The Husband by Dean Koontz
The Husband doesn’t start off well. It’s choppy and superficial. Koontz seems to be losing his touch. This could have been written by anyone. However, it did pick up. Once the big surprise is revealed, it gets less cliche-ridden and takes on a sense of urgency that carries the reader through.
So why am I reading such rubbish? Because being back in school and trying to train for a long race and climbing season starting again and having a vegan boyfriend are taking all my brain cycles. My brain is mush and must be fed mush in small doses (when it isn’t being fed 80 pages of anatomy). Unfortunately, my brain no longer enjoys the taste of mush. This is why I’ve been doing a lot of crossword puzzles lately. I like crossword puzzles, especially when they’re just-hard-enough and accompanied by a glass of white wine, but they’re hard to blog about.