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kittiwakeTwo sequels to "Odd Thomas", which I read last year.
Forever Odd
The flesh on the nape of my neck did the crawly thing that it does so well. Some people say this is God's warning that the devil is near, but I've noticed I also experience it when someone serves me Brussels sprouts.
Odd Thomas, a young man living in a small desert town in California, has the power to see the lingering dead. When he is woken one night by the ghost of Dr. Jessup, his friend Danny's father. Going over to his house, he finds Dr Jessup dead and Danny missing. But this time danger threatens Odd himself rather than the whole town.
Brother Odd
The wintry morning ticked toward whatever disaster might be coming. Recently I had learned that really brainy guys divide the day into units amounting to one millionth of a billionth of a billionth of a second, which made each whole second that I dithered seem to be an unconscionable waste of time.
Needing to recuperate after the events of the first two books, Odd Thomas has spent the last few months living in the guest quarters of St. Bartholomew's Abbey in the Sierra Nevada. Surprisingly humorous in parts, such as Odd's discussion with the Mother Superior about which of the monks would be most suitable to help Brother Salvatore (aka Brother Knuckles) defend the abbey against the coming supernatural dangers.
Forever Odd
The flesh on the nape of my neck did the crawly thing that it does so well. Some people say this is God's warning that the devil is near, but I've noticed I also experience it when someone serves me Brussels sprouts.
Odd Thomas, a young man living in a small desert town in California, has the power to see the lingering dead. When he is woken one night by the ghost of Dr. Jessup, his friend Danny's father. Going over to his house, he finds Dr Jessup dead and Danny missing. But this time danger threatens Odd himself rather than the whole town.
Brother Odd
The wintry morning ticked toward whatever disaster might be coming. Recently I had learned that really brainy guys divide the day into units amounting to one millionth of a billionth of a billionth of a second, which made each whole second that I dithered seem to be an unconscionable waste of time.
Needing to recuperate after the events of the first two books, Odd Thomas has spent the last few months living in the guest quarters of St. Bartholomew's Abbey in the Sierra Nevada. Surprisingly humorous in parts, such as Odd's discussion with the Mother Superior about which of the monks would be most suitable to help Brother Salvatore (aka Brother Knuckles) defend the abbey against the coming supernatural dangers.
