Your Heart Belongs to Me by Dean Koontz.
This was pretty terrible. All the heart transplant stuff made me squirmy. Every chapter started with a long paragraph setting the scene with approximately 5,000 adjectives. This is the way I would write when I was ten years old, thinking wordy descriptions filled with big words meant good writing.
It wasn’t quite as horrible when it was just about the action.
I think this isn’t one of Koontz’s best, but I don’t really want to try another.