This is yet another wonderful Koontz read.
I say this with most of my Koontz reads: my views are probably somewhat bias, considering how he is my favourite author. Oh, he is far from perfect. There are times when I have disliked (never hated, merely disliked) what he has written. But as a whole, he has rarely done me wrong. Thus, whenever I see a Koontz book I have yet to read I grab it. Such being the case with Midnight.
I’m not sure when or why, but as of late I’ve been noticing that Koontz’s older books are being released with new covers. Due to this, they are often ending up in stores that sell the recent releases at a discounted price. As I’m not one to turn down a good bargain, I have been jumping upon theses finds as they come about. With Midnight, my excitement was somewhat more than it has been with some of his other books. Midnight had, after all, spent quite some time sitting on my to-read list. I would have worked my way around to it in the end – there was no doubt of that – yet finding it going cheap pushed it up my list.
Unfortunately, my reading of the story was not as straightforward as it should have been. If anything, it was a lesson in why I shouldn’t read books I’m excited about whilst travelling. Oh, I had plenty of time. My journey home is about ten hours, after all. Sadly, the journey turned into a nightmare. Whilst it gave me more time to read – added hours onto a journey have tiny benefits, even if we do not see them at the time – the fact that it was the middle of the night and the reading lights stopped working meant I couldn’t read as much as this as I wanted to.
Thus, my start to the story was not what it should have been.
Oh, I was pulled in – but I was unable to work through as much of it as I wanted to. As always when my journey turns into a nightmare, I really wasn’t up for reading the next couple of days. I wanted to catch up on sleep. Then there was family to see, and a birthday to have. All of it amounted to be book being read in fits and starts. Much to my dismay, every time something good was happening I was pulled away. It seemed as though I was destined never to finish the story.
In the end, however, I put my foot down. I couldn’t take it anymore. How dare people stop me from reading my favourite author! How dare people interrupt a truly engaging story! Thus, I locked myself away until I had finished the couple of hundreds of pages I had left.
Oh how glad I was!
As always, Koontz weaves a wonderful tale. With his usual proses and twists and turns, the tale is a wonderful one – even when read across days with just a chapter or two here and there, as I was forced to experience it. You’re pulled into the world, and you cannot help but want the best for the characters. There are the odd Koontz cliché to be seen here and there – but overall, it’s a wonderful read. Whilst not my favourite, I did enjoy it.
More than worth it if you’re a Koontz fan.