somewhere under the rage, there's something human. barely.
sometimes you read a book that's engaging and creepy and well-written but it's just... missing something, you know? this book was definitely one of those books for me. the creature was creepy and the setting was chilling - no pun intended, but i felt like there was all of this wonderful build up and then it would just drop off into stupid shit for a few chapters,
the more i talk about this book the more i want to knock its rating down but the honest fact of the matter is that outside of those tiny, enraging things, i actually found this to be incredibly enjoyable. even though it did tend to slack off/not actually go anywhere, the suspense it built up was pretty awesome, and i loved howie and pike, and their brotherhood. ash was okay: their relationship was written better than most pre-existing relationships, but overall, i felt like she kind of just existed for the sake of saying something cool in her native language that she could yell to the main character as he drove off into his imminent doom. you know, the cool guy's girlfriend type of character, only she was diverse and gave him the right to say things like "whitey" and talk about native american (canadian? i dunno) mythology without anyone questioning him.
the fact of the matter is that the best part of this book was its setting. the best character in this book was its beast. other than that, i kind of felt like it was... pointless. it was an enjoyable right but it was kinda like riding a kiddy train in a circle; it didn't actually go anywhere.