Acknowledged as "America's most popular suspense novelist" (Rolling Stone) and as one of today's most celebrated and successful writers, Dean Ray Koontz has earned the devotion of millions of readers around the world and the praise of critics everywhere for tales of character, mystery, and adventure that strike to the core of what it means to be human.
Dean, the author of many #1 New York Times bestsellers, lives in Southern California with his wife, Gerda, their golden retriever, Elsa, and the enduring spirit of their goldens, Trixie and Anna.
I would have enjoyed this book far more it I had read it 20 years ago. Still, it was a fun book, but it had a number of issues.
**SPOILERS**
It makes some sense that Dr. Frankenstein would have figured out a way to keep himself alive for 200 years since he made the Monster. The copycat being introduced first (if I remember correctly) placed an interesting spin on it. I was disappointed that the Monster, or Deucalion, was handsome except for one side of his face, and based on the description, to me, was not tall enough. I hated the potential romance between the detectives and found it unnecessary. What fascinated me was the way the monsters, if you call them that, were all trying to learn about life, and what was missing from it. I liked the priest in the book because, after Silver Bullet, Lady Hawk, Sin City, Red Riding Hood the movie, Two Worlds Two, the evil priest has just become boring to me. I really felt sorry for the head in the while substance who mentally controlled the hand, and was relieved when Erica, the monster wife, ended him mercifully. However, I did not feel the need for Victor Helios, or Frankenstein, to be that evil and kill her. The one detective that was giving birth was a bizarre ending, but I prefer bizarre over plots that are dull.