3 1/2 Stars
This was a really great thriller. I like Dean Koontz a lot–I call him the poor man’s Steven King. You see, Steven King writes really long, really detailed books. Dean Koontz writes books along the same vein with fewer descriptive words and less detail. If you want to get into Steven King but are afraid to pick up that 1000 page epic, read Dean Koontz. Anyhow, Velocity revolves around the mourning bartender fiance of a permanently comatose woman. His life is thrown into chaos when he receives a note on his windshield stating that if he goes to the police an elderly woman will be killed. If he doesn’t, a young school teacher will be killed. The bodies turn up, the choices escalate, and this mild mannered man is thrown into a tumultuous 48 hours where people keep ending up dead in his kitchen and so called friends become suspects. This was an engaging story that kept you guessing as to who was the bad guy and, at times, if there even was a bad guy or if our hero was doing this all to himself. Dean Koontz has really come into his own as a writer–his earlier works honestly seemed like poor imitations of great writers. His latest contributions, however, give the reader a great ride. This particular story keeps the reader off balance in such a way that you are unable to root for anyone at times, and end up putting yourself in the main character’s shoes, trying to determine how you’d handle a preposterous situation. It’s not often a horror survival novel is also thought provoking, but Mr. Koontz managed it. It’s a good thriller, a relatively fast read, and a story that sticks to the ribs.