On the one hand, these books are mildly sucky.
On the other hand, they can’t be that sucky because I read the first two books 20 years ago, that’s how old I am now. (!!!) I never read the last one, and over the years I’d idly wonder who killed that magical little blonde girl and whether the supernatural dreams were true or not. So I ordered the stupid book but of course I had to reread the first two because you can’t just pick up a mystery series after a 20-year hiatus.
The weird thing is, I remembered quite a bit of the stuff that happened. 20 years ago. In conclusion: even though Christopher Pike is Christopher Pike, there’s a reason he’s Christopher Pike.