While many of the happenings seem more occult than extraterrestrial, our protagonist makes much of the famous Arthur C. A Lovecraftian apocalypse ensues, filled with otherworldly flora and fauna, and events so bizarre that reality itself appears to be coming apart at the seams. She quickly learns that this is happening everywhere in the world, and she fears that it is the precursor to something more dreadful. We begin with a woman, Molly, waking up in the middle of the night, witness to a bizarre torrent of luminous rain. I’ve read enough Koontz to know his penchant for melodrama, but I thought I could stomach it, as long as the story was interesting. That’s what I thought Dean Koontz’s The Taking was supposed to be. What better than a good ol’ unpretentious B-movie-style alien invasion story. After reading so many deep and taxing non-fiction books lately, I happened to be in the mood for some pulp fiction.
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