Once I got past the first chase scene, "Odd Hours" picked up the pace.
I'm now in Dean Koontz's trance, the one that makes me carry around his latest book, just in case I get a spare moment to read even a few pages. (I don't bring it to work with me. It would be too tempting.)
I know at first, I was pretty disappointed. But I'm enjoying the trip down Memory Lane with Odd and his ghost dog.
Continue reading 'Odd Hours' gets better with time.
