Intensity by Dean Koontz - Review

This book sucks. Koontz has never been great. Not ever. He just wrote enough books and got in at the right time.

Enter the story of a young girl named Chyna and a brutalist serial killer named Edgler  - both of these names being completely and utterly absurd – and after Chyna survives an unfortunate attack and somehow finds out about Mr. Vess’s plans to kill again and the identity of his next victim, she sets out to stop him in only the way a character in a book can.

What follows is a boring game of cat and mouse, and Koontz’s sad attempt at tension and “intensity.” It drags on, bloating the serial killer, who is supposed to be a “homicidal adventurer”; it is almost as if Koontz likes him a little too much.

The characters are bland and I never liked Chyna. The climax was meh. I give it 2/10 stars because I really hated it. It’s slow, boring, predictable, and another piece of man-tailored trash spit out by the annoying man who somehow retains shelf space at every bookstore on the planet.