The local bookstore has this poster up, urging people to take off the TV and spend time with family and friends, and read a book. Fine by me, since I don’t wait much television these days except for news and National Geographic. It’s unseasonably dry and warm for Christmas this year in California, so I won’t be curling up under the blanket with the fireplace on. It’s official also no lighting the fireplace on Christmas Day because of Spare the Air Day. I will have a book, Intensity by Dean Koontz. Read about 70 pages of it over breakfast this morning. It chills me to the bone—as if my blood has turned cold.
Chyna Shepard is a college student visiting the family of her friend, Laura Templeton, for a long weekend. Chyna, who was abused and neglected by her mother as a child, finds the Templeton house provides something she has yearned: acceptance. This comes to a violent end when a serial killer breaks into the house in the night and methodically kills all of the occupants except Laura and Chyna. All this takes place in the first gut-wrenching 70 pages of the book. While browsing the shelf full of Dean Koontz for Watchers, recommended by Tina at Book Chatter, I also picked up Intensity because the description sounds very . . . intense! I’m sure it’s by no means a seasonal read with the violent and suspenseful content, but this is what I need to while away the holidays.
What are you reading for the holidays?