I also finished re-reading Hideaway, by Dean Koontz. I love love love it even more every time. Now, anyone who knows me won't be surprised by this... I'm a Koontz addict. I don't know how many novels he's written (perhaps around 30?) but I have all but one. I've even bought two (By the Light of the Moon and One Door Away from Heaven, his most recent) in hardcover, and I don't do that for just anybody. The man is one-third of my Holy Trinity of Writers at this point in my life. Some are okay, a lot are good, and many are great.
Hideaway is one of the great ones. Like the others that I consider to be outstanding, it mixes in so many genres -- horror, suspense, romance, humor, a dash of the paranormal and a hint of spirituality. True, sections of the book are very graphic; the antagonist is a psychopathic young man who kills and mutilates his vicitims in the hope that it'll earn him passage to Hell. But Hideaway also has a message, a great message about life and love, and the end... well, the entire 400 page (paperback edition) book is completely worth the last seven or so pages. The characters are wonderful and the conclusion is more satisfying than Koontz usually gets in the sense of resolution.
Gush gush gush. It's all I seem to do these days. But then again, my Trinity...
*goes to see if she's feeling inspired enough to write*