About the Book:
Unprecedented in scope, infinite in heart, Ashley Bell is a magnificent achievement that will capture lovers of dark psychological suspense, literary thrillers, and modern classics of mystery and adventure. Beautifully written, at once lyrical and as fast as a bullet, here is the most irresistible novel of the decade.
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What the Hell, Ashley Bell?!
You have been one of my favorite authors since I cracked open THE BAD PLACE and learned you were a god among men.
Over the years, you've provided me with thrilling, scary as hell reading material, and I've gobbled up each one as fast as I could get my hands on it.
Unfortunately, that hasn't been the case for the last five or six years.
Since 77 SHADOW STREET (and even as far back as BROTHER ODD & the last two FRANKENSTEIN books), you've started to write stories that are brimming with social and moral opinion that are OBVIOUS to the reader. While I don't begrudge you the right to share your personal ideas and opinions, it can become QUITE annoying when the story becomes weighed down with it.
Such was the plot of ASHLEY BELL (I will not reveal spoilers because half the fun of Koontz books is the suspense).
Firstly, what I'd like to say is, WTH, man?!
Dean’s writing is verbose with long, grandiose words woven into deep descriptions that both awed and annoyed me. If I wanted a lesson in unnecessary vocabulary, I would’ve bought the required reading material for a Dead Masters of Boring Literature course.
The whole book was so crammed with words, I began skipping entire sections just to find the next paragraph with some dialogue in it. Let me add, I am in no way an idiot. The words weren’t foreign to me (I AM an author, after all), but they didn’t FIT, and they made the story drag on, slowing many points of the plot to a crawl.
This story started off as slow as molasses--so slow that I actually put it down, walked away, and then had to FORCE myself to pick it up again. I told myself, "It's a Dean Koontz book, it has to get good eventually, right?"
Well, it did. Things started to get Koontz creepy and I started lapping up the story like a delicious mocha... then right in the damn middle of the story, we're hit with this twist that makes you want to slap M. Night Shyamalan and tell him to stop giving Dean Koontz story ideas.
From that point on, I did more eye rolling than nail biting, and the end of the book was a: ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?--kind of ending.
Disappointment doesn't even TOUCH what this story became in the end.
Such a shame.