Thursday, December 11, 2008

Your heart belongs to me, by Dean Koontz

This man writes literary symphonies. I love the way he uses language; I always know I'm going to read words I don't understand, and be carried away with the subtext of feelings that his words generate. The main character needs a heart transplant, he discovers after an episode leaves him weak while surfing. Although he's a young retired software genius, his money can't buy him a higher slot on the waiting list. This is a story of growing up, coming to terms with mortality, the underworld of organ selling, dreams, and Edgar Allen Poe.

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