Sometimes I read the reviews of others and I wonder if they read the same book I did. This is one of those that I've seen a few really awful reviews for and I just can't help but think they must have read a different book than me. Everything Koontz writes has charm. You can't help but fall in love with his characters. Personally, I often find myself wishing they were real people so that I could befriend them. Perhaps it helps that this story plays on a somewhat similar fear of mine that I would somehow draw the attention someday of the wrong person that would just get it in their heart or mind to make my life miserable.