Fiction. This is the last one in the series, 7/7, published in December 2014. I feel like we were fed all of these really important symbols throughout the other books, and when we are finally told what they are, it is just sort of blah. This book zigged and zagged around a lot, didn't seem to have much focus, left you unsatisfied with explanations of what were supposed to be "monumental" symbols, and ended very predictably. It's the last one, we know he is going to die, it could have been much more interesting. I think Koontz had to end the series, couldn't decide what to do, and then threw in everything but the kitchen sink in tiny pieces and parts, while still managing to endlessly repeat himself. I really do hope this is it, because I do not want to feel compelled to finish reading the last of the series, again, just so I have finished it. I am going to go back to happily awaiting Stephen King's books, and hoping he lives forever, that way I don't have to go looking for a second rate substitute. I commend the creation of the characters, but the writing needs help, and somebody should be editing him better to make things more cohesive and less trite.
And so it goes...
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