I’m not sure why I expected more out of this novel than I got. I mean, Guillermo Del Toro is a brilliant film director, but it’s not like that gives him any novelist cred, really. Still, I expected more than what is, essentially, just a badly written Robin Cook novel (redundant) about vampires.
I read the whole thing, sure (I’ve read numerous Cook novels, for that matter). It was OKAY; it wasn’t unreadable. I kind of liked the beginning — it starts with an airplane that lands safely despite the fact everybody on board is dead, which, whoa, that’s pretty weird, right? But overall, it was badly written enough that I’m unlikely to bother with the second book in the planned trilogy.
Which is too bad, really, because after being disappointed by The Passage, I was kind of hoping not to be disappointed by this one too. SO MUCH DISAPPOINTMENT! SO FEW VAMPIRE BOOKS THAT DON’T SUCK! (Read Let the Right One In instead, is what I’m saying.)