Loop me in, odd one.
The words, spoken in the deep of night by a sleeping child, chill the young man watching over her. For this was a favorite phrase of Stormy Llewellyn, his lost love, and Stormy is dead, gone forever from this world. In the haunted halls of the isolated monastery where he had sought peace, Odd Thomas is stalking spirits of an infinitely darker nature.
Through two New York Times bestselling novels Odd Thomas has established himself as one of the most beloved and unique fictional heroes of our time. Now, wielding all the power and magic of a master storyteller at the pinnacle of his craft, Dean Koontz follows Odd into a singular new world where he hopes to make a fresh beginning—but where he will meet an adversary as old and inexorable as time itself.
St. Bartholomew’s Abbey sits in majestic solitude amid the wild peaks of California’s high Sierra, a haven for children otherwise abandoned, and a sanctuary for those seeking insight. Odd Thomas has come here to learn to live fully again, and among the eccentric monks, their other guests, and the nuns and young students of the attached convent school, he has begun to find his way. The silent spirits of the dead who visited him in his earlier life are mercifully absent, save for the bell-ringing Brother Constantine and Odd’s steady companion, the King of Rock 'n' Roll.
But trouble has a way of finding Odd Thomas, and it slinks back onto his path in the form of the sinister bodachs he has met previously, the black shades who herald death and disaster, and who come late one December night to hover above the abbey’s most precious charges. For Odd is about to face an enemy who eclipses any he has yet encountered, as he embarks on a journey of mystery, wonder, and sheer suspense that surpasses all that has come before.
Odd Thomas cannot seem to escape harm no matter where he goes – even a monastery in the mountains. This was maybe one of the more mysterious books in the series so far, but maybe that had more to do with the setting or the weather. Either way, it was interesting to dig into.
With the fantasy and science fiction elements aside, it was interesting how Brother Odd touched on how powerful the brain can be. It’s a mysterious computer that has more power than any of us really know. This book touched on that in its own way.
The supporting cast of Brother Odd were also interesting characters. I enjoyed reading about each of them and seeing how they played into the story. The monster creature itself was also rather intriguing as it definitely left a lot to the imagination.
I accidentally read the 4th book before reading this one, so I was a little out of order, but I worked it out in my head.
A solid installment in the Odd Thomas series.
“I have less to live for than I once did, but my life still has purpose, and I struggle to find meaning in the days.”
“The only thing I know for sure is how much I do not know. Maybe there is wisdom in that recognition. Unfortunately, I have found no comfort in it.”
“When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing. We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it represents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was the progress in it? Or we yearn for yesterday, for what was or what might have been. But as we are yearning, the present is becoming the past, so the past is nothing but our yearning for second chances.”
“Life you can evade; death you cannot.”
“To know grief, we must be in the river of time, because grief thrives in the present and promises to be with us in the future until the end point. Only time conquers time and its burdens. There is no grief before or after time, which is all the consolation we should need.”
“Human beings not only can’t bear too much reality, we flee from reality when someone doesn’t force us close enough to the fire to feel the heat on our faces.”
“Money and beauty are defenses against the sorrows of this world, but neither can undo the past. Only time will conquer time. The way forward is the only way back to innocence and to peace.”
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Now Koontz follows Odd as he is irresistibly drawn onward, to a destiny he cannot imagine. The legend began in the obscure little town of Pico Mundo. A fry cook named Odd was rumored to have the extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead. Through tragedy and triumph, exhilaration and heartbreak, word of Odd Thomas' gifts filtered far beyond Pico Mundo, attracting unforgettable new friends - and enemies of implacable evil. With great gifts comes the responsibility to meet great challenges. But no mere human being was ever meant to face the darkness that now stalks the world - not even one as oddly special as Odd Thomas.
After grappling with the very essence of reality itself, after finding the veil separating him from his soul mate, Stormy Llewellyn, tantalizingly thin yet impenetrable, Odd longed only to return to a life of quiet anonymity with his two otherworldly sidekicks - his dog, Boo, and a new companion, one of the few who might rival his old pal Elvis. But a true hero, however humble, must persevere.
Haunted by dreams of an all-encompassing red tide, Odd is pulled inexorably to the sea, to a small California coastal town where nothing is as it seems. Now the forces arrayed against him have both official sanction and an infinitely more sinister authority...and in this dark night of the soul, dawn will come only after the most shattering revelations of all.
Chalk this up to another book that I had started during my
reading slump and took me awhile to finish.
I think my slump was partially due to not being motivated to
read and also being the middle of a few books that I didn’t get immediately
sucked into/needed breaks from.
This was the first Odd Thomas book that didn’t pull me in
and refuse to spit me out until it was over. There was just something about the
storyline that I didn’t really care about. Once I was determined to finish it
and actually sat down with the intent to do so, I did enjoy it. But, I was not
hooked on the storyline in this one.
Odd Thomas sets out to stop a nuclear disaster. With a
little help from psychic magnetism and Frank Sinatra – yes, THAT Frank Sinatra,
he gets put into some sticky situations but comes out of it as only Odd can.
The story got deeper towards the end. Odd was in moral
conflict with himself which was interesting to read. I hope the next storyline
grips me more than this one. I really enjoy this series, but it’s hard when it’s
a book that isn’t a “cant put this down” read.
Memorable Quotes: “Bad men wound and destroy one another,
although as targets they prefer those who are innocent and as pure as this
world allows anyone to be. They feed on violence, but they feast on the
despoiling of what is good.”
“Sometimes I am a mystery to myself.”
“In fact, people were not in the habit of asking if I would
die for them. And I was not accustomed to answering in the positive, without
“No one can genuinely love the world, which is too large to
love entire. To love all the world at once is pretense or dangerous
self-delusion. Loving the world is like loving the idea of love, which is
perilous because, feeling virtuous about this grand affection, you are freed
from the struggles and the duties that come with loving people as individuals,
with loving one place — home — above all others.”
“Loss is the hardest thing. But it’s also the teacher that’s
the most difficult to ignore.”
“Grief can destroy you — or focus you. You can decide a
relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. Or
you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared
recognize at the time, so much meaning it scared you, so you just lived, just
took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn’t allow yourself
to consider the sacredness of it. But when it’s over and you’re alone, you
begin to see it wasn’t just a movie and dinner together, not just watching
sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or
worrying over a high electric bill. It was everything, it was the why of life,
every event and precious moment of it. The answer to the mystery of existence
is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when loss wakes you to the
deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can’t get off your knees for a
long time, you’re driven to your knees not by the weight of loss but by
gratitude for what preceded the loss. And the ache is always there but one day
not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is
to disrespect the gift of life.”
“Of all the things I am, a killer is one of
them. Not a murderer, but still a killer. And a fool. The only child of a mad
mother and a narcissistic father. A failed hero. A confused boy. A troubled
man. A guy who makes his life up as he goes along. A seeker who cannot find his
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