Gleaning From The Walls

by Dean Koontz

To what lengths will one go, when driven to desperation, to relieve that one whom he loves from some evil done them through no fault of their own?

Indeed, what would drive one to do the evil in the first place? Greed borne from moral degradation! And in the wake, the innocent suffer and emerge innocent no more.

Again, Dean Koontz is able to lay before me a tale that keeps me wanting more. This one I read in two days, a record for me in reading a book. This says more of him than me, of course. I would never put that much effort into a book not deserving or able to hold my attention beyond all else.

Quickly paced throughout, The Husband is not always intense, but more often than not sitting on the edge of intensity. It was almost as if I could control it. The faster I read the more intense; if I slowed my pace, I could take a breath.

I longed for the ending to come quickly, but at the same time, knew I would be finished with the book. As it turned out, I found myself turning circles of boredom afterwards, finding nothing to do that would occupy my time as immediately satisfactorily.

~ Gerrie