Strangers is one of my favorite Dean Koontz books. I’ve owned it for less than a year and I’ve already read it three times, most recently finishing a few weeks ago. I bought it at South Station in Boston on my way home last October so I would have something to read—and I don’t remember much about that visit home except wanting to be able to get back to reading.
Strangers follows several people in different cities across the country who are all suffering from eerily similar nightmares. The nightmares affect each of them differently: Dom, a writer from California, sleepwalks; Ginger, a doctor in Boston, descends into strange fugues; Brendan, a priest in Chicago, has lost his faith. What could these strangers have experienced—together—that would produce such alarming effects?
Next to Watchers, Strangers is definitely one of Koontz’s best. One of my favorite things about his style is how he can take several distinctly separate storylines and eventually combine them into one, and he does that wonderfully in Strangers. Watching the characters come together gradually is awesome—there’s just no other way to describe it. And even though it takes almost half the book to get them all together, it’s worth it to watch the stories unfold.
As with most of Koontz’s books, the themes of hope, faith, and love are prevalent in Strangers. Almost all of the main characters are suffering from bizarre dreams that have effects that carry over into their everyday lives, but they never lose faith that they will find a cure when they find each other in Nevada. The instant unity between them when they meet speaks to the incredible bond made between them during those lost hours, lost days.
If you’re a fan of page-turners, you have to read Strangers. The story is suspenseful from beginning to end, and you won’t want to put it down. I feel like I haven’t done it justice in this post…it evokes so much but most of it is inexpressible. You’ll just have to read it for yourself!by