My mojo seemed to have put in a guest appearance, 30 pages of Koontz's Frankenstein 1 were read tonight - until, 140 pages in, I realised that certain themes I hoped would be but tangent to the story in fact play a major role. Annoyed as I am not to finish a book once I've invested time and feelings into it, I am not about to finish a book on principle if it's going to make me feel rotten so... goodbye Mr Koontz, I don't believe I'll be reading more of your work. A shame, so much potential, I really wanted to know how it all panned out. Oh, well.