I finished A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers on Saturday (thanks again, Alicia). At least I wasn't disappointed; the ending was just as bizarre and abrasive and, somewhat, disturbing as the rest of the book. I identified with not so much the author's philosophies and opinions, as much as I did, indeed, see myself in so many of his eccentricities and neuroses. I felt, thoughout a lot of it, a sense of justification, 'Aha! I am NOT NOT NOT the only one!' At the least, it was an interesting journey.
I am presently reading By The Light of the Moon by Dean Koontz and am enjoying this more than the last Dean Koontz book I read: Odd Thomas. I like his descriptive style. I find him a good story teller, a storyteller with a message; and I always like the balance of toe-curling suspense and laugh out loud humour, especially when it has that brilliant sarcastic, caustic bite to it. It just seemed with Odd Thomas I was having to push my way through it, while with this one I am being carried along quite nicely, so I can just sit back and enjoy the ride.