This is going to be a short one, since I read this a while ago, am lazy, and don't feel like investing a lot of time.

This book came to me as one of my Barnes & Noble impulse buys. Koontz is a decent enough storyteller, but the subject matter was a little out there for me (and I usually dig extremely strange things...). The little girl (name at the moment forgotten; see also: lazy) was probably the most memorable. Her mother was also decently developed, and I often contemplated how f*cked up she was during the course of the book.

The boy (dog?) alien thing was awkward, in my opinion. The details are a little fuzzy, I'll admit.

Overall, not the worst book I've ever read - a dual honor reserved currently by The Pearl and The Year of Fog - but I know that the next book I attempted by Koontz lasted me about 20 minutes and I haven't gone back.