Tastes Change

 

Not that long ago, I wouldn’t touch books that I considered horror novels. With a few exceptions I stayed away from Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and the like.

Of course the dislike of horror goes way back. At Friday night slumber parties, I was the kid who took a book into another room when all the girls were gathered round the television watching the cheesy B horror movies. The first time I watched the movie Jaws was on a 13″ black and white television. I was able to sit through Poltergeist once (again on television although in color this time), but never again, thanks.

I could neither read nor watch Carrie (and still won’t). I’ve always felt that way about The Shining as well, but recently someone almost convinced me that the book is worth it despite the horror scenes after he goes crazy.


I said this in my book review – I wouldn’t have read Dean Koontz’s Twilight Eyes if I had seen it 20 years ago when it was first published. I found it in audio format when looking for something to “read” at work while working on routine tasks. By now I’ve read enough Koontz to know that his work comes from all sorts of angles. So I tried it.

I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t want to see this book on screen. I can only imagine what Hollywood would make of the goblins hiding in human skin, let alone what they would look like when they shed the skin.

I liked this book, though. No, Twilight Eyes is not one of Koontz’s best, but it is an interesting read. I liked the way he develops the main character, Slim, as a young man just out of boyhood who sees and understands more about life than any of us want to know. The carnival is a good backdrop. It gives Slim the chance to be accepted and to get around to find the goblins.

Now I’m agreeable to read books that fall into the horror genre. But I don’t want too much blood, gore, or fright. Instead, put a good story around it and I’m willing to try. (I still won’t read Carrie, though.)

One Comment

  1. Comment by Aravis:

    When I was younger, I loved reading Stephen King especially. Now, though, I haven’t read him in years. I prefer thrillers to horror, though I’ll still pick one up now and again. As for movies, it’s a similar story. Loved them, didn’t care for them, and now I watch them sometimes if the mood strikes. But that doesn’t happen very often.