A review by schadenfreudian
Kill Hill Carnage by Tim Meyer

3.0

Rating: 2.5

Well, it's what's advertised on the tin but not much else. Gore? Lots, buckets of it. A love letter to 80s horror? Yeah, with a heaping spoonful of bad B-movie horror. Don't get me wrong, my corny millennial self loves bad horror. I watched many a marathon of straight up trash horror on Scy Fy channel with my dad as a teen.

So why didn't I like the book? Characters were pretty one dimensional and, at times, grating. I could not wait for them to die. Dialogue ...decisions were made for better or worse.

“Duuuuuude, knuckles. Let’s go. Don’t leave me hanging, Bro Pesci.”

and

“She needs someone with experience, mope.” His lips twitched, either by impulse or design. Seth couldn’t tell which. “Plus . . . she’s vulnerable. Vulnerability is a stinky perfume and she’s given me a nose full.”

are two such gems. The time jumps left me feeling taken out of the narrative and caused pacing issues. I felt robbed by the ending.

I've read and enjoyed Tim Meyer's writing in the past. Based on that, I'm not willing to call this a bad book. It's a not-so-great book for me. If you are into gore, movie homages, and some fluffy brain candy of a book, check it out. I feel this was just a misfire for me.