Title: The Monstrumologist
Author: Rick Yancey
My Rating: 4.5/5 stars
This is actually a TBT review, something that I posted on my Goodreads account a few years ago but want to now share on my blog. So here it is in all it’s glory, readers:
I’m not really into horror.
Well. I say that. But I’m kinda into zombie movies and I watch the Walking Dead. My mom will watch the occasional horror, and I will stand by, gaping.
So I really don’t know why I wanted to read this. I saw it at a bookstore and thought it looked very interesting. However, when I went home and looked at it on Goodreads, I noticed that more than half the reviews mentioned the blood and gore. So why I picked the book back up when I saw it at the library a few weeks ago, I still don’t know. Probably just morbid curiosity.
It’s probably a good thing I watch the Walking Dead, because if I didn’t, I’m pretty darn sure I would have been shell-shocked by this book. It is very gory.
A good thing about Rick Yancey: he is incredibly descriptive. I love his writing a lot.
A bad thing about Rick Yancey: he is very very very very descriptive.
It was gross, but I had to hand it to Rick: he is an excellent author. I loved his writing so much, from the bottom of my heart, to the core of my being. I thought it was incredible. I liked the main character, Will Henry, and while I at first didn’t like him, the Monstrumologist himself ended up growing on me.
I have to say that the character Kearns was my least favorite. He was witty and funny and, at times, even charming. But he was very sick in the head, and he gave little regard for the lives of others (although it must be noted that he didn’t particularly care if he, himself, died either).
It was a sad book at times, too. In the midst of the blood and guts and gore, children are attacked and slaughtered, and it hurt my heart.
I don’t really know what my final verdict on The Monstrumologist is. I liked it at times. Hated it at times. Loathed it at times. Wanted to throw it across the room and scream at times. But all in all, I think this book did exactly what the author intended it to do: it scared me.
I finished the book late last night, and I turned off my lights and crawled into bed. And I have to say that it was the first time in a very long time that I’ve been genuinely scared that there was a monster hidden under my bed. After a few minutes, my childish fear subsided and I was able to sleep, but I can’t shake off the fact that I was legitimately afraid.