There is an underlying warmth to this odd — pun intended — little tale by Koontz featuring Odd, and Stormy Llewellyn. It takes place about four years prior to the beginning of the Odd series by Koontz, when they are both sixteen. Not having tackled the series yet, I have no way of knowing if the background here is anything new for fans of the series, but it certainly made me want to read it, and very soon. Stormy’s background of being orphaned and then adopted and abused is touched upon, and of course Odd’s terrible childhood, so bad he has moved out and lives above someone’s garage in this tale, while working as fry cook at the Pico Mundo Grill.
In essence, despite Odd’s powers and his ability to see the dead, this is a quirky and delightful look at growing up, and as usual with Koontz, a testament to the human spirit. The actual spirit of Elvis, a different spirit with a hatchet in his neck, a spooky house where someone has been murdered, and a carnival where Odd and Llewellyn are headed to have fun, are all components to a wonderful short story that reminds us why we read. A short but marvelous story to lose yourself in, even if it is only for a short while.