Dean, Dean, Dean... what am I going to do with you??? I have (had) been a fan since the beginning, and am sorely disappointed in this one. I had even sworn you off years ago, but still find myself coming back hoping that maybe, just maybe, this next one will redeem you. Sadly, and again, this is not the case. Sure, you worked in all of your trademark items: 1) Golden Retriever (I have one of those), 2) child with a disability (I have one of those too), 3) Average Joe fighting the big baddie, etc., etc., but what you're missing is something we readers like to call "realism." Whatever happened to your believable characters? This one has a cop, okay - I can imagine that, but he has staff???? Really??? The wife is a perfectly perfect person/artist who home schools three perfectly perfect children, and THEY HAVE STAFF????
The idea of the bad guy was great. Imaginative. Interesting. The idea of the crimes, and how they were committed then and now, was great. Creepy. Spellbinding. But the end - and I'm not going to spoil it - sucked. Not a very literary word, but it's the best descriptor I can think of at the moment.
So I am back to swearing you off - UNTIL - the next Odd Thomas book, IF you should decide to grace us with it. And even then only IF you take Odd back to his roots, and not as the 'James Bond of the undead' you've since made him out to be.
Did I mention I'm sorely disappointed? Yeah. I am.
Come back to us Dean...from whatever narly dimension you've gone to where cops have household staff.
We miss you.