Self confessed pathetic protagonist, inconsistent antagonist and deeply unsatisfying ending. The plot is interesting and excellent at building suspense, when it isn't introspection from immature, uninteresting failures, but has no pay off. You can predict the ending and hope it isn't coming, but when it gets there you just wasted nineteen hours.
Some of that's hyperbole... I'm just mad about how much it sucked. When Julia Whelan reads for Nick she sounds as though she is performing a parody.
I expected trash and for my sins I received refuse. Every line is a cliche regardless of context, so it doesn't always make sense. Transparent attempts to make characters seem maximum badass leaves dimensionless ciphers occupied by yet more cliche. Masturbatory firearm description, hack plot from EVERY shlock film you've ever seen, minimalist vocabulary; and mountains of exposition informing me how I feel about characters, rather than demonstrating it with their actions. The narration is so dry and slow, as if waiting for wit that never comes, that I could not finish this miserable banality.
It is supposed to be akin to B horror films, where the hackneyed is part of the charm, but even they had some originality.
The protagonist, in whose dull head we must spend the book, is recruited into a secret agency to fight monsters, where he falls for a supermodel babe who is also maximum badass. But she has a boyfriend who is an inexplicable dick, hates the protagonist and out ranks him. But protagonist is the best at monster hunting and also used to fight for money where he nearly killed people, but he doesn't like to talk about it. You know the type. OF COURSE YOU KNOW THE TYPE!
Fuck this book.
Constantly using a fallacy to justify deus ex. Physics does not prove a Bumblebee cannot fly. If something the size and shape of a bee attempted to fly as though an airplane it would not get off the ground, but they do not do this. They flap their wings and violate no laws of physics.
Knowing this ruins immersion as it comes up often.
I seldom read blurbs and, if I can help it, reviews. (apparently not enough to stop me from writing one though)
I like to go in as cold as possible so I am oft unfamiliar with premise. This can go, as you imagine, splendidly and terribly. On this occasion it was the latter.
If you do not believe in god and/or dislike religion... Maybe not the book for you.
Craig Ferguson's writing style and performance are engrossing, however. His prose are florid and littered with modernity; (I love that shit) and he is a captivating orator, painting the characters all the more.
I'ma go jerk off now, so let that colour your opinion of my opinion.
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