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A review by audra_spiven
Brood by Chase Novak
Did not finish book.
1.0
Awful. Horrible. No good. A disappointment. Should've been left alone. The attempt should never have been published.
This sequel to BREED was worse in every possible way. The technical skill I complained about in BREED was on the decline in BROOD. The plot found and lost itself over and over (way more losing than finding). The characters are flat and uninteresting.
I liken reading this book to my experience of watching the TV show THE WALKING DEAD. I kept reading because somebody else really loved it, and I thought I would get there eventually. I allowed the gore and blood and cannibalism to carry me forward because there was nothing else to keep me going, but eventually, that showed itself for what it was: meaningless fluff with no substance, no purpose, no reason for me to hang on.
I gave up before the end of this one. I've got better things to read. Like Stephen King's REVIVAL, for one. After getting through the first half in only two days, I'm itching to finish it up. I like branching out in my literature, but it's like branching out with anything else where you've already found what you like: Branching out is a good experience to make you well rounded, but when you've already found what you like, the branch-out experience that eclipses what you already know and love - that experience will be as rare as a solar eclipse.
This sequel to BREED was worse in every possible way. The technical skill I complained about in BREED was on the decline in BROOD. The plot found and lost itself over and over (way more losing than finding). The characters are flat and uninteresting.
I liken reading this book to my experience of watching the TV show THE WALKING DEAD. I kept reading because somebody else really loved it, and I thought I would get there eventually. I allowed the gore and blood and cannibalism to carry me forward because there was nothing else to keep me going, but eventually, that showed itself for what it was: meaningless fluff with no substance, no purpose, no reason for me to hang on.
I gave up before the end of this one. I've got better things to read. Like Stephen King's REVIVAL, for one. After getting through the first half in only two days, I'm itching to finish it up. I like branching out in my literature, but it's like branching out with anything else where you've already found what you like: Branching out is a good experience to make you well rounded, but when you've already found what you like, the branch-out experience that eclipses what you already know and love - that experience will be as rare as a solar eclipse.