I'm mad at Dean Koontz, J. Maarten Troost, I love you

The back of the book reads: "If you don't take this note to the police and get them involved, I will kill a lovely blond schoolteacher somewhere in Napa County. If you do take this note to the police, I will instead kill an elderly woman active in charity work. You have six hours to decide. The choice is yours." So of course I'm hooked. Especially since I found the book in the bathroom of the cabin we rented at Hannagan Meadow Lodge. But I didn't have time to finish the book at the lodge and had to check it out from the library. But now it's making me anxious. And Dean has already killed off one of the main characters and I've had enough. I'm not playing your game anymore, Dean. I won't be entertained by your lurid descriptions of murder no matter how curious I am to find out who dunnit. The book is going back to the library tomorrow. But perhaps my distaste also comes from the fact that I just today finished The Sex Lives of Cannibals by J. Maarten Troost. There are no murders in this book except for those alluded to at Tab North (aka Knife Island) and the only horrid details are of the scatological kind. Troost tells the true story about living on the South Pacific Island of Kiribati (pronounced Kir-ee-bas) and I laughed the entire way through the book. I just found out he has another book called Getting Stoned with Savages. So maybe I'll trade in Dean and continue my adventures with Troost. I'll trade in my anxiety for silliness. I want a pandora.com for books. Is there such a thing? Not that I really need more books on my plate. The nightstand is no longer visible under the pile of books.