marks the end of the first Frankenstein trilogy Koontz penned. It's the first of the three to be solely authored by the man. A new trilogy begins next week, hence my rush to finish this book. The first two in the series were good; for the most part, this was great. It can't really stand on its own as a novel, but it does an incredible job of wrapping up the myriad storylines the first two novels created (or merely alluded to).
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What was weirdest about the book (and the trilogy) for me was picturing Detective Carson as Deb from Dexter the whole time. Is that weird, or is there just a lack of spunky female cops in the realm of fiction today?
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