The Good Guy by Dean Koontz (2007)

I’m not sure what his market is meant to be, perhaps women? Old folk? But I picked this novel up on a whim, and it was alright. 400 very quick pages (some sort of trick with font size or line spacing I think), and an entertaining story.

If you’re only going to read one book this month (time to learn that books make you smart, you illiterate fuck), don’t make it this one, get Gibson’s Spook Country instead (assuming you haven’t that already), but if you like to read, you can do much worse than The Good Guy.