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|Publisher: Bantam Books, New York|
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|Martie Rhodes is a young wife, a successful video game designer, and a compassionate woman who takes her agoraphobic friend, Susan, to therapy sessions.
Susan is so afraid of leaving her apartment that even these trips to the doctor's office become ordeals for both women - but with each trip a deeper emotional bond forms between them.
Then one morning Martie experiences a sudden and inexplicable fear of her own, a fleeting but disquieting terror of . . . her own shadow. The episode is over so quickly it leaves her shaken but amused. The amusement is short-lived. For as she is about to check her makeup, she realizes that she is terrified to look in the mirror and confront the reflection of her own face.
As the episodes of this traumatic condition - autophobia - build, the lives of Martie and her husband, Dustin, change dramatically. Desperate to discover the reasons for his wife's sudden and seemingly inevitable descent into mental chaos, Dusty takes Martie to the renowned therapist who has been treating Susan, and tries to reconstruct the events of recent months in a frantic search for clues. As he comes closer to the shocking truth, Dusty finds himself afflicted with a condition even more bizarre and fearsome than Martie's.
No fan of Dean Koontz or of Classic psychological suspense will want to miss this extraordinary novel of the human mind's capacity to torment - and destroy - itself. In False Memory, Dean Koontz has created a novel that will stay in your memory long after the final page is turned - a story not only of gripping fear but also of the power of love and friendship. Once more Koontz reveals why he has , as People put it, the "power to scare the daylights out of us."
|On that Tuesday in January, when her life changed forever, Martine Rhodes woke with a headache, developed a sour stomach after washing down two aspirin with grapefruit juice, guaranteed herself an epic bad-hair day by mistakenly using Dustin's shampoo instead of her own, broke a fingernail, burnt her toast, discovered ants swarming through the cabinet under the kitchen sink, eradicated the pests by firing a spray can of insecticide as ferociously as Sigourney Weaver wielded a flame thrower in one of those extraterrestrial-bug movies, cleaned up the resultant carnage with paper towels, hummed Bach's requiem as she solemnly consigned the tiny bodies to the trash can, and took a telephone call from her mother, Sabrina, who still prayed for the collapse of Martie's marriage three years after the wedding. Throughout, she remained upbeat - even enthusiastic - about the day ahead, because from her late father, Robert "Smilin' Bob" Woodhouse, she had inherited an optimistic nature, formidable coping skills, and a deep love of life in addition to blue eyes, ink black hair, and ugly toes.|