This was my first Isobelle Carmody book, and although I hated it, I don't think I'll give up on her as an author. If she stays this bad, then we'll have a problem, but for now, I'm willing to give her some grace. That being said, wow, was this terrible! The characters were barely more than paper cutouts (perhaps so the audience could find it easier to project themselves onto them); this was some of the worst telling instead of showing I've read all year; there were so many moments of bad writing and editing (on page 140, one of the characters comes running up "panting and out of breath, red spots of color in his cheeks"); it moves both excruciatingly slow and dizzyingly fast; there is never a sense of real terror or danger.
There were so many moments where I was clearly supposed to be horrified or heartbroken, but the writing was just so lackluster that I was bored. On the front of my copy of the book, there's a quote from author Robert Cormier calling Isobelle Carmody "Stephen King for young adults". I have plenty of issues with dear old Stevie K (see my recent reviews of The Shining and Cujo for a few examples, although the turning point started back in 2020 and 2021 when I read Doctor Sleep and The Institute, respectively), but he can really tell a story. He has made me nauseous with fear on more than a few occasions. Comparing this awful book to even the worst Stephen King book is honestly insulting.
The concept of this book was great, and I really loved the canine character, but a cool premise and a good dog have never been enough to save a bad book.