This book was truly gripping - I absolutely loved it. I was so involved in the book that when it ended I was disappointed - not because it ended poorly (it ended in a manner that I enjoyed) but because the story was just so good I didn't want it to end.
Strangers is a story about friendship, inner strength and survival. Dean Koontz weaves a complex tale filled with many colorful characters.
(There are nine main characters and two sub-characters to keep track of in this lengthy novel).
A roadside motel and its neighboring diner are the main backdrop for the story, but Mr. Koontz manages to take us coast to coast as the plot unfolds. Somehow, a group of complete strangers seems connected though none can remember ever having met. The roadside motel is the common factor each of the characters share.
The book moves at a very good pace. The 698-page length seemed like 300 pages. I could not put the book down. I read the Berkley paper back, which contains a nice afterward from the author, the afterward proved insightful and humorous as does most of Mr. Koontz comments.
THEY WERE STRANGERS
a handful of people,from different backgrounds.living in different townsand cities across america,they had nothing in common-----
THEY WERE VICTIMS
cold and stark,an unknown terror gripped their dreams and turned their days into living nightmares
A handful of people. From differentbackgrounds, living in different towns and cities across America, they had nothing in common except FEAR. Cold and stark, an unknown terrorgripped their dreams and turned their days into living nightmares.
They were strangers -- a handful of people from different backgrounds, living in different towns and cities across America, they had nothing in common except fear.
They were victims -- Cold and stark, an unknown terror gripped their dreams and turned their days into living nightmares.
They were chosen -- And they could not escape. Deep in the heart of a sprawling desert, a dark memory called out to them, drawing them to the Tranquility Motel -- where the underlying truth was waiting.