book review

Finished my first blockbuster

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.