Breathless

This was both a typical and not your typical Dean Koontz novel. There was a bad guy, a sense of the supernatural and a couple who have seen bad things but are better people because of it. But there wasn't a story. There wasn't a point. It reminded me a bit of Brother Odd with the cutting edge science talk that, sorry to say, is boring to me. Koontz's obvious love of dogs is present as well, but seriously, when it was all over I didn't feel as if I'd just read a Dean Koontz novel.

It wasn't as bad as I'd expected or feared, but I can't consider it a masterpiece. It could easily have been shortened to a novella and still regain all of the main ingredients. And it wasn't too cute or dog-ish, which I'd certainly expected.
But let me start off by saying, I'm not religious, I do believe in more than meets the eye, but I can't really believe that evolution is wrong. Maybe there are some holes here and there, but I think that there's enough proof to back up, that evolution is, indeed, fact. I'm not saying we know it all, as it is clear that there are tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of things yet to be discovered.
Overall the book entertained me and I was never really bored with it - except, maybe, for the Henry parts, I really didn't find them interesting or particularly well-written. They didn't seem to belong in this story - and no, don't say that I didn't “get it”, it's entirely possible to get it and still don't think that it fits.
I really liked the story of Tom Bigger the best, would have loved to read a whole novel about him.
Also, why does it seem, in all his later books, that unless a couple is married, people are asexual? That really isn't realistic. He has no qualms writing about violence, but sex is a no-no.
My main gripe with the book is, that it seemed really juvenile. I have read children's books with better plots and better characterization. Plus, there really seemed to be a lot of filler just to meet some length-requirements.
Which brings me to: The Darkest Evening... is 354 pages long, Your Heart.. is 337 pages, Frankenstein 3 352, Relentless 356 and Breathless 337....what, is Koontz now under contractual obligations to write between 335 and 360 pages? Just semes weird.
Anyway, it kept me going, but it's definitely not a masterpiece, I'll reserve that praise to Under The Dome ;)
Oh, maybe koontz should just shift gears entirely and start writing religious fiction. There's a big market for that.