I just finished The Taking by Dean Koontz.
I first read Koontz nearly a decade ago with Phantoms. I’ve since read a handful after picking up quite a good chunk of his back catalogue for 99p each on Kindle and adding them to the backlog of books to read at some point in my life.
I thoroughly enjoyed it. If you like The Mist by Stephen King (I’m talking about the movie – I love that film) then you’ll probably like this. Okay, the characters are absolute cardboard (unlike King’s characters), and the ending’s a bit of a damp squib – but Koontz is a master of description, and it was that which I enjoyed so much.
Koontz paints the picture of normality suddenly becoming very strange, where reality bends, and where creeping dread steadily gives way to an fungal, acid-trip kind of nightmare. Nice!
However, the worst thing about Dean Koontz novels is… I always forget how much I enjoy them, and don’t read him often enough!