Dean Koontz's Frankenstein.

There is so much going on in this book, it's almost a bit patchy. We don't spend enough time with either character to really bond with any of them. Still this somehow only makes me want to continue the series more.

I thoroughly enjoyed the cliffhanger ending, since this was apparently written with enough confidence to make it the first book of a series instead of a book that became popular enough to make a series possible (you know, how first books in series are so often self-contained, but suddenly the second book has an open ending?).

After all the vampire and werewolf novels, I really enjoyed this take on a horror classic.

I was interested in reading this book because it featured two of my literary interests in it; Frankenstein and a serial killer. While this book was entertaining, I just couldn’t enjoy this book at all. I kept comparing it to the original Frankenstein book and keep wishing this book referenced it more or had the same level of complexity. This book was simply a mad scientist creating his own race for his own gratification. Then you have the work obsessed detective and their partner who is in love with them; while the roles seem to be reversed in this book (the male detective stuck in the friends-zone). I kind of feel like this book is too much of a clique and possible just a generic mystery formula that has been overdone. There was nothing about this book that makes me want to continue reading the series.