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Audiobook Review #3

The Taking
by Dean Koontz

I have always been a Dean Koontz fan, and have rarely been disappointed with his work. The Taking, his newest novel, has left me wondering if I liked it or not. Have you ever finished watching a movie and not realize whether you liked it or not? Only days later do you form an opinion. Maybe it's just me. That's the way I feel with this book. I enjoyed it. I never found myself looking forward to it ending (which is my simpleton benchmark for something good or not). But I still don't quite know how to feel about it.

The story starts off in a couples isolated home in California, a torrential rain (unheard of at this time of year in California) has woken our Heroine, Molly Sloan from sleep. This is no ordinary rain, it has a faint luminous quality to it, and a scent that doesn't smell like rainwater. The rain continues, and reports of this phenomenon are being reported globally. Gigantic waterspouts are spotted in every ocean on the planet, sucking up millions of gallons of water. Along with the rain comes an obscuring fog. A surreal fog that becomes the creepy backdrop for the story. The Sloans decide that it would be better for them go to into town and be with others instead of isolated in their house. Only then, do they begin to grasp the gravity of the situation. Unearthly pulsating black and yellow moss has began coating the trees. Strange looking creatures are glimpsed. And dead people are being reanimated. Hovering lights in the fog and the whine of gigantic engines in the sky lead them to the conclusion that it's an alien invasion.

Being a Stephen King fan, I cannot help but make comparisons of The Taking to his short story, The Mist. One scene especially, where the survivors and separating in several splinter groups, with their own labels. The people that couldn't believe that this was an invasion were called the Flatlanders, because they refused to believe what was happening. The EXACT same term was used in The Taking. I'm sure it's coincidence, but I couldn't help compare the two.

The story then becomes a task to save and children left. They don't know why, but are compel to save them, and are led to them by ordinary dogs. As with my other reviews I won't come right out and tell you how it ends, what fun would that be. But I will say, it was an Alien invasion. But the resolution, or the ending may have been a bit morally heavy handed for some. It was a fun ride. And recommended. But again, there's not much I dislike.

Next up on the iPOD: Red Mars by Kim Robinson

Comments

Unknown said…
Hi Sweetie. Miss you hope your enjoying your summer.
I love Stephen King too. I havent gotten into Koontz... yet.
Have you ever read "On Writing" by King? Interesting book.

xxxxxooooooo
Mmmbacon said…
yo yo VG, summer is going fine. Too damn hot already. On Writing was good stuff. Of course The Stand is arguably the best book of all time... :-)

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