Tick Tock

( 169 )

Overview

ore chills and terror from the New York Times bestselling author of Intensity. When Vietnamese-American detective/novelist Tommy Phan finds a strange rag doll on his doorstep, he has no idea of its terrifying nature. Soon, Tommy finds himself being hunted in his own house after the doll grows into a monster determined to kill him.
Read More Show Less
... See more details below
Available through our Marketplace sellers.
Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (126) from $1.99   
  • New (5) from $4.46   
  • Used (121) from $1.99   
Close
Sort by
Page 1 of 1
Showing 1 – 3 of 5
Note: Marketplace items are not eligible for any BN.com coupons and promotions
$4.46
Seller since 2012

Feedback rating:

(74)

Condition:

New — never opened or used in original packaging.

Like New — packaging may have been opened. A "Like New" item is suitable to give as a gift.

Very Good — may have minor signs of wear on packaging but item works perfectly and has no damage.

Good — item is in good condition but packaging may have signs of shelf wear/aging or torn packaging. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Acceptable — item is in working order but may show signs of wear such as scratches or torn packaging. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Used — An item that has been opened and may show signs of wear. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Refurbished — A used item that has been renewed or updated and verified to be in proper working condition. Not necessarily completed by the original manufacturer.

New
MASS MARKET PAPERBACK New 0553582925 Happily shipped out our door to the Post Office within 24 hours of receiving your order!

Ships from: Worcester, MA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$4.49
Seller since 2013

Feedback rating:

(38)

Condition: New
MASS MARKET PAPERBACK New 0553582925 FAST shipping. New Unread Book.

Ships from: FORT LAUDERDALE, FL

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$45.00
Seller since 2014

Feedback rating:

(146)

Condition: New
Brand new.

Ships from: acton, MA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
Page 1 of 1
Showing 1 – 3 of 5
Close
Sort by
Tick Tock

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • NOOK HD/HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK Study
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$9.99
BN.com price

Overview

ore chills and terror from the New York Times bestselling author of Intensity. When Vietnamese-American detective/novelist Tommy Phan finds a strange rag doll on his doorstep, he has no idea of its terrifying nature. Soon, Tommy finds himself being hunted in his own house after the doll grows into a monster determined to kill him.
Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“[A] funny, chilling, supernatural suspense novel.”—Providence Journal-Bulletin
 
“Dean Koontz is not just a master of our darkest dreams, but also a literary juggler.”—The Times (London)
 
“[Koontz is] a master storyteller. Sometimes humorous, sometimes shocking, but always riveting. His characters sparkle with life.”—The San Diego Union-Tribune
 
“Koontz writes first-rate suspense, scary and stylish.”—Los Angeles Times
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553582925
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/28/2000
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 4.15 (w) x 6.85 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Dean Koontz, the author of many #1 New York Times bestsellers, lives in Southern California with his wife, Gerda, their golden retriever, Anna, and the enduring spirit of their golden, Trixie.

Biography

He is one of the most recognized, read, and loved suspense writers of the 20th century. His imagination is a veritable factory of nightmares, conjuring twisted tales of psychological complexity. He even has a fan in Stephen King. For decades, Dean Koontz's name has been synonymous with terror, and his novels never fail to quicken the pulse and set hearts pounding.

Koontz has a lifelong love of writing that led him to spend much of his free time as an adult furiously cultivating his style and voice. However, it was only after his wife Gerda made him an offer he couldn't refuse while he was teaching English at a high school outside of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, that he had a real opportunity to make a living with his avocation. Gerda agreed to support Dean for five years, during which time he could try to get his writing career off the ground. Little did she know that by the end of that five years she would be leaving her own job to handle the financial end of her husband's massively successful writing career.

Koontz first burst into the literary world with 1970's Beastchild, a science fiction novel that appealed to genre fans with its descriptions of aliens and otherworldly wars but also mined deeper themes of friendship and the breakdown of communication. Although it is not usually ranked among his classics, Beastchild provided the first inkling of Koontz's talent for populating even the most fantastical tale with fully human characters. Even at his goriest or most terrifying, he always allows room for redemption.

This complexity is what makes Koontz's work so popular with readers. He has a true gift for tempering horror with humanity, grotesqueries with lyricism. He also has a knack for genre-hopping, inventing Hitchcockian romantic mysteries, crime dramas, supernatural thrillers, science fiction, and psychological suspense with equal deftness and imagination. Perhaps The Times (London) puts it best: "Dean Koontz is not just a master of our darkest dreams, but also a literary juggler."

Good To Know

Shortly after graduating from college, Koontz took a job with the Appalachian Poverty Program where he would tutor and counsel underprivileged kids. However, after finding out that the last person who held his job had been beaten up and hospitalized by some of these kids, Koontz was more motivated than ever to get his writing career going.

When Koontz was a senior in college, he won the Atlantic Monthly fiction competition.

Koontz and Kevin Anderson's novel Frankenstein: The Prodigal Son was slotted to become a television series produced by Martin Scorsese. However, when the pilot failed to sell, the USA Network aired it as a TV movie in 2004. By that time Koontz had removed his name from the project.

Some fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Koontz:

"My wife, Gerda, and I took seven years of private ballroom dancing lessons, twice a week, ninety minutes each time. After we had gotten good at everything from swing to the foxtrot, we not only stopped taking lessons, but also stopped going dancing. Learning had been great fun; but for both of us, going out for an evening of dancing proved far less exhilarating than the learning. We both have a low boredom threshold. Now we dance at a wedding or other celebration perhaps once a year, and we're creaky."

"On my desk is a photograph given to me by my mother after Gerda and I were engaged to be married. It shows 23 children at a birthday party. It is neither my party nor Gerda's. I am three years old, going on four. Gerda is three. In that crowd of kids, we are sitting directly across a table from each other. I'm grinning, as if I already know she's my destiny, and Gerda has a serious expression, as if she's worried that I might be her destiny. We never met again until I was a senior in high school and she was a junior. We've been trying to make up for that lost time ever since.

"Gerda and I worked so much for the first two decades of our marriage that we never took a real vacation until our twentieth wedding anniversary. Then we went on a cruise, booking a first-class suite, sparing no expense. For more than half the cruise, the ship was caught in a hurricane. The open decks were closed because waves would have washed passengers overboard. About 90% of the passengers spent day after day in their cabins, projectile vomiting. We discovered that neither of us gets seasick. We had the showrooms, the casino, and the buffets virtually to ourselves. Because the crew had no one to serve, our service was exemplary. The ship dared not try to put into the scheduled ports; it was safer on the open sea. The big windows of the main bar presented a spectacular view of massive waves and lightning strikes that stabbed the sea by the score. Very romantic. We had a grand time.

Read More Show Less
    1. Also Known As:
      David Axton, Brian Coffey, K.R. Dwyer, Deanna Dwyer, John Hill, Leigh Nichols, Anthony North, Richard Paige, Owen West, Aaron Wolfe
    2. Hometown:
      Newport Beach, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      July 9, 1945
    2. Place of Birth:
      Everett, Pennsylvania
    1. Education:
      B.S. (major in English), Shippensburg University, 1966
    2. Website:

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Out of a cloudless sky on a windless November day came a sudden shadow that swooped across the bright aqua Corvette. Tommy Phan was standing beside the car, in pleasantly warm autumn sunshine, holding out his hand to accept the keys from Jim Shine, the salesman, when the fleeting shade touched him. He heard a brief thrumming like frantic wings. Glancing up, he expected to glimpse a sea gull, but not a single bird was in sight.

Unaccountably, the shadow had chilled him as though a cold wind had come with it, but the air was utterly still. He shivered, felt a blade of ice touch his palm, and jerked his hand back, even as he realized, too late, that it wasn't ice but merely the keys to the Corvette. He looked down in time to see them hit the pavement.

He said, "Sorry," and started to bend over.

Jim Shine said, "No, no. I'll get 'em."

Perplexed, frowning, Tommy raised his gaze to the sky again. Unblemished blue. Nothing in flight.

The nearest trees, along the nearby street, were phoenix palms with huge crowns of fronds, offering no branches on which a bird could alight. No birds were perched on the roof of the car dealership, either.

"Pretty exciting," Shine said.

Tommy looked at him, slightly disoriented. "Huh?"

Shine was holding out the keys again. He resembled a pudgy choirboy with guileless blue eyes. Now, when he winked, his face squinched into a leer that was meant to be comic but that seemed disconcertingly like a glimpse of genuine and usually well-hidden decadence. "Getting that first 'vette is almost as good as getting your first piece of ass."

Tommy was trembling and still inexplicably cold. He accepted the keys. They no longer felt like ice.

The aqua Corvette waited, as sleek and cool as a high mountain spring slipping downhill over polished stones. Overall length: one hundred seventy-eight and a half inches. Wheelbase: ninety-six and two-tenths inches. Seventy and seven-tenths inches in width at the dogleg, forty-six and three-tenths inches high, with a minimum ground clearance of four and two-tenths inches.

Tommy knew the technical specifications of this car better than any preacher knew the details of any Bible story. He was a Vietnamese-American, and America was his religion; the highway was his church, and the Corvette was about to become the sacred vessel by which he partook of communion.

Although he was no prude, Tommy was mildly offended when Shine compared the transcendent experience of Corvette ownership to sex. For the moment, at least, the Corvette was better than any bedroom games, more exciting, purer, the very embodiment of speed and grace and freedom.

Tommy shook Jim Shine's soft, slightly moist hand and slid into the driver's seat. Thirty-six and a half-inches of headroom. Forty-two inches of legroom.

His heart was pounding. He was no longer chilled. In fact, he felt flushed.

He had already plugged his cellular phone into the cigarette lighter. The Corvette was his.

Crouching at the open window, grinning, Shine said, "You're not just a mere mortal any more."

Tommy started the engine. A ninety-degree V-8. Cast-iron block. Aluminum heads with hydraulic lifters.

Jim Shine raised his voice. "No longer like other men. Now you're a god."

Tommy knew that Shine spoke with a good-humored mockery of the cult of the automobile–yet he half believed that it was true. Behind the wheel of the Corvette, with this childhood dream fulfilled, he seemed to be full of the power of the car, exalted.

With the Corvette still in park, he eased his foot down on the accelerator, and the engine responded with a deep-throated growl. Five-point-seven liters of displacement with a ten-and-a-half-to-one compression ratio. Three hundred horsepower.

Rising from a crouch, stepping back, Shine said, "Have fun."

"Thanks, Jim."

Tommy Phan drove away from the Chevrolet dealership into a California afternoon so blue and high and deep with promise that it was possible to believe he would live forever. With no purpose except to enjoy the Corvette, he went west to Newport Beach and then south on the fabled Pacific Coast Highway, past the enormous harbor full of yachts, through Corona Del Mar, along the newly developed hills called Newport Coast, with beaches and gently breaking surf and the sun-dappled ocean to his right, listening to an oldies radio station that rocked with the Beach Boys, the Everly Brothers, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, and Roy Orbison.

At a stoplight in Laguna Beach, he pulled up beside a classic Corvette: a silver 1963 Sting Ray with boat-tail rear end and split rear window. The driver, an aging surfer type with blond hair and a walrus mustache, looked at the new aqua 'vette and then at Tommy. Tommy made a circle of his thumb and forefinger, letting the stranger know that the Sting Ray was a fine machine, and the guy replied with a smile and thumbs-up sign, which made Tommy feel like part of a secret club.

As the end of the century approached, some people said that the American dream was almost extinguished and that the California dream was ashes. Nevertheless, for Tommy Phan on this wonderful autumn afternoon, the promise of his country and the promise of the coast were burning bright.

The sudden swooping shadow and the inexplicable chill were all but forgotten.

He drove through Laguna Beach and Dana Point to San Clemente, where at last he turned and, as twilight fell, headed north again. Cruising aimlessly. He was getting a feel for the way the Corvette handled. Weighing three thousand two hundred ninety-eight pounds, it hugged the pavement, low and solid, providing sports-car intimacy with the road and incomparable responsiveness. He wove through a number of tree-lined residential streets merely to confirm that the Corvette's curb-to-curb turning diameter was forty feet, as promised.

Entering Dana Point from the south this time, he switched off the radio, picked up his cellular phone, and called his mother in Huntington Beach. She answered on the second ring, speaking Vietnamese, although she had immigrated to the United States twenty-two years ago, shortly after the fall of Saigon, when Tommy was only eight years old. He loved her, but sometimes she made him crazy.

"Hi, Mom."

"Tuong?" she said.

"Tommy," he reminded her, for he had not used his Vietnamese name for many years. Phan Tran Tuong had long ago become Tommy Phan. He meant no disrespect for his family, but he was far more American now than Vietnamese.

His mother issued a long-suffering sigh because she would have to use English. A year after they arrived from Vietnam, Tommy had insisted that he would speak only English; even as a little kid, he had been determined to pass eventually for a native-born American.

"You sound funny," she said with a heavy accent.

"It's the cellular phone."

"Whose phone?"

"The car phone."

"Why you need car phone, Tuong?"

"Tommy. They're really handy, couldn't get along without one. Listen, Mom, guess what–"

"Car phones for big shots."

"Not any more. Everybody's got one."

"I don't. Phone and drive too dangerous."

Tommy sighed–and was slightly rattled by the realization that his sigh sounded exactly like his mother's. "I've never had an accident, Mom."

"You will," she said firmly.

Even with one hand, he was able to handle the Corvette with ease on the long straightaways and wide sweeps of the Coast Highway. Rack-and-pinion steering with power assist. Rear-wheel drive. Four-speed automatic transmission with torque converter. He was gliding.

His mother changed the subject: "Tuong, haven't seen you in weeks."

"We spent Sunday together, Mom. This is only Thursday."

They had gone to church together on Sunday. His father was born a Roman Catholic, and his mother converted before marriage, back in Vietnam, but she also kept a small Buddhist shrine in one corner of their living room. There was usually fresh fruit on the red altar, and sticks of incense bristled from ceramic holders.

"You come to dinner?" she asked.

"Tonight? Gee, no, I can't. See, I just–"

"We have com tay cam."

"–just bought–"

"You remember what is com tay cam–or maybe forget all about your mother's cooking?"

"Of course I know what it is, Mom. Chicken and rice in a clay pot. It's delicious."

"Also having shrimp-and-watercress soup. You remember shrimp-and-watercress soup?"

"I remember, Mom."

Night was creeping over the coast. Above the rising land to the east, the heavens were black and stippled with stars. To the west, the ocean was inky near the shore, striped with the silvery foam of incoming breakers, but indigo toward the horizon, where a final blade of bloody sunlight still cleaved the sea from the sky.

Cruising through the falling darkness, Tommy did feel a little bit like a god, as Jim Shine had promised. But he was unable to enjoy it because, at the same time, he felt too much like a thoughtless and ungrateful son.

His mother said, "Also having stir-fry celery, carrots, cabbage, some peanuts–very good. My nuoc mam sauce."

"You make the best nuoc mam in the world, and the best com tay cam, but I–"

"Maybe you got work there in car with phone, you can drive and cook at same time?"

In desperation he blurted, "Mom, I bought a new Corvette!"

"You bought phone and Corvette?"

"No, I've had the phone for years. The–"

"What's this Corvette?"

"You know, Mom. A car. A sports car."

"You bought sports car?"

"Remember, I always said if I was a big success someday–"

"What sport?"

"Huh?"

"Football?"

His mother was stubborn, more of a traditionalist than was the queen of England, and set in her ways, but she was not thick-headed or uninformed. She knew perfectly well what a sports car was, and she knew what a Corvette was, because Tommy's bedroom walls had been papered with pictures of them when he was a kid. She also knew what a Corvette meant to Tommy, what it symbolized; she sensed that, in the Corvette, he was moving still further away from his ethnic roots, and she disapproved. She wasn't a screamer, however, and she wasn't given to scolding, so the best way she could find to register her disapproval was to pretend that his car and his behavior in general were so bizarre as to be virtually beyond her understanding.

"Baseball?" she asked.

"They call the color 'bright aqua metallic.' It's beautiful, Mom, a lot like the color of that vase on your living-room mantel. It's got–"

"Expensive?"

"Huh? Well, yeah, it's a really good car. I mean, it doesn't cost what a Mercedes–"

"Reporters all drive Corvettes?"

"Reporters? No, I've–"

"You spend everything on car, go broke?"

"No, no. I'd never–"

"You go broke, don't take welfare."

"I'm not broke, Mom."

"You go broke, you come home to live."

"That won't be necessary, Mom."

"Family always here."

Tommy felt like dirt. Although he had done nothing wrong, he felt uncomfortably revealed in the headlights of oncoming cars, as though they were the harsh lamps in a police interrogation room and as though he were trying to conceal a crime.

He sighed and eased the Corvette into the right-hand lane, joining the slower traffic. He wasn't capable of handling the car well, talking on the cellular phone, and sparring with his indefatigable mother.

She said, "Where your Toyota?"

"I traded it on the Corvette."

"Your reporter friends drive Toyota. Honda. Ford. Never see one drive Corvette."

"I thought you didn't know what a Corvette was?"

"I know," she said, "oh, yes, I know," making one of those abrupt hundred-eighty-degree turns that only a mother can perform without credibility whiplash. "Doctors drive Corvette. You are always smart, Tuong, get good grades, could have been doctor."

Sometimes it seemed that most of the Vietnamese-Americans of Tommy's generation were studying to be doctors or were already in practice. A medical degree signified assimilation and prestige, and Vietnamese parents pushed their children toward the healing professions with the aggressive love with which Jewish parents of a previous generation had pushed their children. Tommy, with a degree in journalism, would never be able to remove anyone's appendix or perform cardiovascular surgery, so he would forever be something of a disappointment to his mother and father.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4
( 169 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(75)

4 Star

(53)

3 Star

(22)

2 Star

(6)

1 Star

(13)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 169 Customer Reviews
  • Posted November 16, 2008

    more from this reviewer

    "Tick Tock"

    My favorite Koontz book of all time. Koontz takes his reader's on a creepy scary adventure of a ride while throwing in some of the funniest lines and most interesting characters he's ever written. You'll love this book. Creepy and scary but I laughed so many times while reading it I couldn't put it down and had to read it in one sitting. You will love the characters and the plot.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted May 2, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    I Also Recommend:

    This caught me off guard

    I got to admit I couldnt get past page 60 because it was just humorously weird and the lead character tommy phan didnt get my attention. But once again I ran out of books to read so I gave it another try and yet again I'm glad I did. It is very offbeat and quirky and weird and pretty humorous and when they introduce the second main character "del payne" thats when the book really takes off. She comes into the story around page 70 or so and from there the story quickens and doesnt disappoint. next to "rya rayne" from twilight eyes , del payne is my favorite character ever developed. Then again my taste is very different. But for the doubters who couldnt get through this book I really suggest you give it another shot and see if you dont fall inlove with del and her smartass humorous/G.I. Jane personality......

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2008

    The Reason

    Some people don't like this book because it's not scary. You have to understand the reason behind it. DK wrote this book after finishing Dark Rivers of the Heart, one of his darkest stories. When you write such a dark book it can consume you. He wrote Tick Tock as a release for all that darkness. Personally I thought it was refreshing and fantastic. I'm half Filipino so I love the asian love from Dean. I'm also a hopeless romantic (don't tell anyone or I'll thump ya) and found this book to be very much so in a supernatural sci-fi sorta way.

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted October 19, 2011

    Great book!

    This book mixes some awesome "comic-relief" dialouge with intense action sequences, throw a little violence mixed with a love story and you got thus story. It was a great read, I couldn't put it down!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted September 14, 2011

    Too Funny!! Very much recommended!

    This is probably the only book I've read of Dean Koontz that actually made me laugh!! I did get tired of the 'Vette obsession in the first few chapters, but then it got to going and I thoroughly enjoyed it. After all the DARK, DARK stuff Koontz writes this was a refreshing, funny read. I especially liked all the dialogue, fun, snappy, good to read!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted November 15, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    A very off-beat read

    The characters were somewhat weak and I almost got annoyed reading this book because I wanted the story to pick up in the middle.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted June 22, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    THE WORST

    The worst book I have ever read . I was so mad I wasted my time reading this . I mean really I thought Dean Koontz kid wrote this .

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2006

    Not What I expected

    This is the only book by Mr. Koontz that I have not liked. The only reason I had even bought this book was because I had thought that it was a sequel to Dragon Tears, my all time favorite book, but boy was I wrong. I mean why would an author make a title of a book the same name a person in another book was given, it's just misleading. But besides any ties to other books, I thought it was kinda boring and the end was very anti-climatic, I would explain why I think that but I don't want to ruin it for anyone.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 18, 2003

    Not good enough...

    Although the book kept me at the edge of my seat as I read how the two main characters played hide-and-seek with the 'villian', I was sort of disappointed when I came to point where the truth is told. After all the hype and actions in more than 1/2 of the book, I had thought that the monster is something more that. It has lifted me high up into the air only to let me fall down.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2012

    Um

    I started to read it and had to put it down. VERY slow beginning and I just couldn't get into it, but you could give it a try. Love Dean Koontz anyway.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted June 21, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Very entertaining.

    What do you say to a humorous supernatural thriller? I enjoyed it so much. The tongue-in-cheek humor throughout was refreshing. The ghoul amazing. And the characters are superb. I read this novel quickly as it is a little shorter than some. You'll love "Delivery Payne" and "Tommy Phan" the main characters. Enjoy it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted February 15, 2011

    great

    loved this book so much I sat for the entire day reading it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2011

    This one got me hooked!

    Ticktock is the first Koontz novel I read, years ago. I managed to lose my copy and though I have read this one at least three times over the years I cannot wait to read it again. LOL funny andu suspenseful at the same time. I consider this one a 'must read'.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2010

    More Off the Wall than Usual

    SLOW, SLOW to start but as I got into it, I started liking it. Rather "different" from my experience with reading Dean Koontz, not quite as creepy as he normally writes. Then, when it finally dawns on you that this is actually more comedic, it's rather a hoot! Enjoyed it overall.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2009

    My favorite Dean Koontz book

    I wanted to give up on the book, but hung in there to be happily surprised. Great humor, unusual twists, terrific ending. Great stuff!!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted April 29, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    weird

    This book is just plain weird and I felt kinda detached from the characters..not one of Koontz best books.Read Phantoms,now that's a good book.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted January 17, 2009

    this was great lol

    this book was hilarous! It was just wonderful. Every happened just as I wanted it to with the two main characters. For the people that are looking for a scary book, you need to find a different one, becasue this one was writen to lighten Koontz's mood after writing his most dark and complex book Dark Rivers of The Heart. But I absoutly loved this book, although I thought the end was kinda strange at first, I really liked it lol.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2008

    Dean Koontzs' Tick Tock is a masterpiece

    Tick Tock is an outstanding book full of suspensful twists and turns which will have readers hungry for more. I give this book six out of five stars and reccomend it to an older audiance. this book is a must have for fiction lovers!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2008

    Fun and enjoyable

    Very humorous and fun to read. Great characters with a funny and interesting storyline. Love the ending. Recommended to anyone that just wants to take a step out of reality for a little bit.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2003

    Ummm

    This book was exciting for the first seven chapters. Then, the rug was pulled from under it. I have a theory as to what happened: Dean was writing the script and when he was up to chapter 8, his wife informed him that 'Dinner's ready', so he threw together a quick ending.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 169 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)