Book Review: Ashley Bell by Dean Koontz

Well, this review is almost as overdue as the one for Avengers: Endgame. I’m a tad rusty due to my hiatus, readers, so this won’t be as good as some of my earlier reviews. But hopefully it will still give you an idea of what to expect when you pick up this Dean Koontz novel.

Ashley Bell begins with a girl named Bibi Blair. Ten years old, Bibi is a budding author who loves telling stories. At the moment her focus is writing pieces about an abused dog named Jasper, who wanders from home to home in search of the one meant for him. In her diary, she describes the summer as wet and very, very sad – even though it isn’t really wet at all.

One afternoon, while out on the porch writing her latest Jasper story, Bibi catches sight of something moving. Looking up, she sees a soggy and maltreated Golden Retriever walking toward her porch. Sensing that the animal’s appearance is important and portentious, she coaxes him to her. Once he’s sure she won’t hurt him, he allows her to pet him and look at his collar.

Whatever she sees there, it makes her decide to take the collar off. Then she tells the dog his name is Olaf, adding that someday she will tell him why she is calling him that. Not long after, she hides the collar in her room in a box of books and other trinkets.

Ten years later Bibi is a prospering author engaged to a Navy SEAL currently on a black ops mission in the Middle East. Her books and stories are selling well, even though she worries that sometimes no one will take a woman with her name seriously. An author named Bibi Blair? Sounds like a bad perfume or chocolate brand.

As she eats breakfast this morning, Bibi finds the croissant she is chewing on suddenly tastes rancid. Spitting it out, she tries to discover the reason for this abrupt change. The bakery where she buys her pastries has never cooked anything she couldn’t eat before, and the croissant piece she spat out smells right. So why did it taste bad?

When the other croissant tastes normal, she finishes her morning repast and heads to work. But right in the middle of sprucing up a story Bibi suddenly finds her ability to move is deteriorating rapidly. Other problems begin springing up as well. Despite being twenty-two and healthy, Bibi knows something is wrong. She calls her mom – a real estate agent – and asks her to drive her to the emergency room.

Once there, they get the bad news: Bibi has brain cancer. It is an inoperable type and there is no cure for it right now. In a little while, she will be dead.

Bibi does not respond to this news as most young women would. She doesn’t burst into tears or rail against fate. Instead she looks at the doctor giving her this diagnosis and says, “We’ll see.”

During her night in the hospital Bibi dreams about a man in a hoodie and a dog coming to visit her. After giving her a cryptic message, the man and his pet leave her room. When she wakes up the next morning Bibi is symptom-free. The doctors run all kinds of tests to confirm her statement – and find she is right. She no longer has cancer. When she asks about the man who came to visit her, everyone is puzzled but too happy or stunned to care about the mysterious stranger.

After partying all day with her relieved parents, Bibi returns home to find a masseuse her mother and father hired waiting for her. After a restful massage, Bibi doesn’t object when the woman reveals she is a fortune-teller and offers to read her future. Thinking it can’t hurt to let her have her fun, the young woman agrees to have her fortune read.

Her masseuse does the requisite rituals and finds that Bibi was spared from cancer to save the life of another. This other person is a young girl by the name of Ashley Bell. Bibi has a limited time to find her and save her life before she dies.

Inexplicably upset by her own vision, the masseuse packs up her gear in a hurry. Saying that she wants no part of what is to come, she fends off Bibi’s attempt to catch and hold her long enough to get more answers. Then she makes a break for it, leaving her young customer wondering how on earth she is going to save this Ashley Bell when she has never heard of the girl before and has no idea where to start looking for her.

Events in the story spiral out from here, readers. I will not spoil the tale, but suffice it to say that this is one of Koontz’ best books. It is hard to tell just where he is going with this story until you near the very end. But the finale is worth the wild ride you take to get there.

A little imagination can go a long way, for both good and evil. Depending on how we use it, we may find our world brighter and more wondrous or darker and more dangerous. Mr. Koontz outdid himself writing this story and it shows.

Enjoy Ashley Bell, readers!

Until next time,

The Mithril Guardian

Book Review: Sole Survivor by Dean Koontz

Here we are, readers, reviewing yet another Dean Koontz novel. Unlike Innocence, I was able to finish reading one, so you know it’s a good story. 😉 Originally published in 1997, Sole Survivor is still current. Yeesh, it is scary how much art is mirroring real life….  Brrr! But if you wanted to know more details about that, you would be watching the news. Since you are here, you want to know what to expect when you pick up Sole Survivor. Therefore, let us begin the description process….now:

The hero of this book is one Joe Carpenter. Thirty-seven years old, Joe used to be a crime reporter for the Los Angeles Post. Then, a year ago, his wife and daughters died in a plane crash on their way back from a trip to the east coast.

The grief and anger he feels over his loss led Joe to quit the Post and alienate most of his friends during the course of the past year. He can’t look at a crime scene without seeing his wife and daughters’ bodies rather than the real victims’; he can’t go a day without suffering panic attacks. During these episodes he imagines dying with his beloved family, feeling racked by guilt that he could not die with them, leaving him the sole survivor of the Carpenter clan.

Nevertheless, Joe has not taken the ultimate step to utter despair. He is desolate, certainly, but he hasn’t committed suicide yet. Mostly, this is due to the fact that he is not sure there is a life beyond this one. If he gets there and finds nothing but an empty void, he will still miss his wife and daughters. And if there is life after death, which he seriously doubts, then murdering himself will guarantee he never sees his family again.

All of this means that Joe is in a rut. He sold his and his family’s house and now lives in an apartment, waiting for the day he can wake up dead. He can’t drink or dope himself to death because doing so would eventually erase his memories. Since those are precious to him, he doesn’t overdo the beers. But he hasn’t been taking care of himself, either.

This morning, on the anniversary of the crash, he calls his mother-in-law. She’s the only one with whom he feels capable of discussing his grief and despair. She asks after his health and suggests he go back to writing, but he deflects her probing questions, convincing her to describe the sunrise at her Virginia home. Her voice has the same southern lilt that his wife’s did, and so he likes hearing her talk. Joe also wants to make sure she and his father-in-law are doing all right, since they’re still grieving, too.

Later on Joe goes to the beach. He’s hoping to lull himself into a mood where he can visit his wife and daughters’ graves later in the day without falling apart or getting violently angry. While he is there, drinking and watching the waves, a couple of young boys sidle up and ask if he is selling something. Joe tells them no, and they say that someone must think he is, because there are a couple of “cops” keeping tabs on him from further down the beach. Thanking the boys, who walk away, Joe soon gets curious and turns to spot the men they identified.

Neither man looks to be the regular variety of cop. They’re definitely interested in him, but Joe can’t guess why they should be. He dismisses them from his mind until he goes to the men’s room. Worried about being jumped, he pays a fourteen year old boy to scope out the territory for the two men. Coming back, the boy tells him he spotted one of the two men staring at a couple of bikini-clad women, one of whom is apparently deaf.

“Deaf?” Joe asks. The boy elaborates and states she kept pulling out and putting in a “hearing aid” in one ear. Paying the boy the rest of his promised money, Joe leaves the restroom and goes back to his place on the beach. Two young women set up next to him and, since he is wearing sunglasses, Joe can keep an eye on them without giving his suspicion away. They are watching him – and not the way young women usually watch men at the beach.

Using up the last of his beer, Joe decides these cops have picked him out of the crowd by mistake and ignores them. He packs up and heads to the cemetery. When he gets there, however, he finds a woman photographing the headstones of his wife and daughters’ graves. She tells him she is not ready to talk to him yet, then asks how he is coping with his loss. It doesn’t take a great detective to see he is in bad shape, mind you; she just needs a conversational topic.

Before their graveside chat can go any deeper, the two are interrupted by a screeching engine. Joe looks up to see a vehicle approaching the cemetery. It stops and the two men who were observing him at the beach jump out. Immediately, the woman takes off, and she is so fast that Joe can’t keep up with her in his poor condition.

His two shadows chase after the strange woman. Doubling back to their vehicle, Joe discovers a third man inside. Taking the brute by surprise, Joe subdues him before studying the interior of the van. Abandoning it, he races off before the thug can grab him. He gets shot at, but loses his pursuers, only to find he has picked up a helicopter instead. Discovering a tacking device on his car, Joe slaps it on a passing dump truck and goes to get some answers.

In the process, he learns there is a reason to keep living. Someone survived the plane crash that killed his family, which should be impossible. But apparently it isn’t and, on the off chance that the woman he met at the graveside can help him locate the survivor, Joe begins chasing after her. As he does he learns by inches why he was allowed to survive his family’s demise.

I won’t spoil the rest of the story for you, readers. In spite of the protagonist’s depair-induced whining about the world toward the beginning of the novel, this is a riveting book. Joe eventually gets whacked on the head enough times that he straightens up and flies right, naturally. Koontz doesn’t hold with wimps or whiners, though he occasionally writes about them. Sole Survivor is no different than the rest of his works in that respect.

A good read with a good ending, Sole Survivor is as timely today as when it was written. But you don’t need to take my word for it, readers. Pick up the novel at your earliest opportunity and discover how good a book this is yourselves!

‘Til next time!

Book Review: Innocence by Dean Koontz

Whew! We are finally – finally – going to discuss another Dean Koontz novel! 🙂 Hang on to your hats, everyone; this one’s a doozy!

Innocence, by Dean Koontz, is a standalone novel about a man who is so ugly that he inspires everyone else to hate him on sight. This young man – Addison – lived alone with his Father, a man who was also considered sickeningly ugly, beneath a city for some time. Six years ago, Addison’s father died, and ever since our hero has lived alone.

Father was not Addison’s biological father. That man ran off before Addison was born, and so he never knew him. But Addison did know his mother, with whom he lived for eight years, before he had to leave and ended up in the city. It was while he was running from a gang of teens who had seen his hideous visage that he met his adopted Father.

Our hero cannot stay underground all the time, of course. He has to go to the surface from time to time to get food, which he usually has to take from closed stores at night. His Father had to do the same before him, and he taught Addison to leave money behind for the things they “bought” in this manner. At other times, Addison goes to the surface to visit the local library during the darkness, when no one can see him. On different occasions, he goes topside to watch the storms come and go.

This night, he heads to the surface to visit the library. While there, he hears a man shout and sees a woman roughly his own age racing away from her pursuer. Between the two of them, Addison and the girl manage to lose her hunter. But our hero finds he can’t leave the young woman alone; he can tell she needs help. So he offers to aid her in her dilemma.

Cautiously the heroine of this tale, Gwyneth, agrees to accept Addison’s help. Naturally enough, though, she asks why he hides his face. Addison explains that he doesn’t want to scare her and, even though she says she doesn’t care about appearances, he insists on keeping his countenance hidden. Gwyneth eventually accepts this, then states her own rule: Addison is not to touch her or make skin contact with her. She cannot be touched – at all.

Thus we have a hero who can’t be seen and a heroine who can’t be touched. Curious yet?

If so, since I don’t want to spoil anything too much, let’s just say that the title Innocence is right on the nose. From the description I’ve offered here, it’s not hard to see a parallel between this novel and the fairy tale Beauty and the Beast. While Addison is a most decidedly un-beastly character, I would be willing to bet that this fairy tale might have helped inspire Koontz to write this book. There are certain overtones that hint at Beauty and the Beast up until the middle of the story. From then on, though, the tale takes a different turn entirely.

To make this review perfectly honest, I have to admit that I never finished reading Innocence. It was too close to reality – and seemed too much like a prophecy – for me to complete it. A few pages from the finale, this blogger shut the book and put it away. So far, I haven’t had the nerve to read the last few pages, despite being told by a friend what happens at the end of the tale.

Perhaps I will be able to finish Innocence someday. But it will not be today. The book is written like The City, from the first person POV with short chapters that can be a paragraph in length. These will in turn preceed lengthier installments. The big difference is that this book has a more linear timeline than The City did.

I hope Innocence entertains you, readers, as it did me. Though I didn’t complete the book, I found the story to be sound and enjoyable. It is not a horror novelm and just because it didn’t work for me does not mean that you won’t like it. It just means this blogger has to get up the nerve to finish the novel at some point. 😉

‘Til next time!