It’s amazing how lost you can become in a book. I started reading last night at nine, next thing I realise it’s one in the morning. I finished my book last night, “Dark Rivers of the Heart” by Dean Koontz. I have only read 5 of his books but I know he is a wonderful writer. I often wonder whether or not he bases his characters on himself, what life he has lead to come up with such ideas and events that cause his stories.

He also has a golden retriever named ‘Anna’, which, coincidentally is my name! A perfect conversation starter if I ever crossed paths with Mr. Koontz.