Let me tell you right now that I tried so hard to like this book and find something positive about it. I read on, trudged and plowed and crawled to the finish line, mustering enough will power and strength to get me to the end, but... I just couldn't, guys. I couldn't do it anymore.
I DNFed at 75%.
You're probably thinking, "Faye, seriously? You had to DNF when you merely only had a quarter of the book left unread?!"
And I understand why you would think that way, but I simply had had enough. The review copy has been sitting on my Kindle for months now, and I've been reading it on and off since I first acquired it, and every time I picked up where I left off, I felt only boredom and misery, thinking, "Gods, what happened? The first book was so awesome..."
Frenzy, the author's first book, was really amazing. It had kids going to a camp being attacked by animals that were diseased somehow. The writing was engaging, the plot fast-paced and thrilling, and the emotional attachment was there, and I cried for every character who encountered trials and even death. It was a book that held my attention from beginning to end, the book that made me see how MG Horror can be... well, horrifyingly good.
The Murk was a snoozefest. I'm sorry, but it was. This was a slow-paced book that took a while to get to the meat of the story, with characters that had little to no depth. This was supposed to feel emotional - perhaps even more emotional than Frenzy considering the reason why these kids decided to charge head-on to danger was because of a sick sister - but I felt nothing for the characters. Piper was annoying. Tad was flat. I couldn't care less about Perch. Creeper was the little guy I felt I could sympathize to, but even he wasn't engaging. I didn't really feel the conviction behind their going to the swamp, and the continuous info-dump about plants and other biology-related-what-have-you didn't leave enough room for the reader in me to connect to the characters.
And ughh. This book was also full of "notes" and "diary entries" from a Doctor Cole, which made the book even more boring. Objectively, I get the reason for using the his backstory here, but his notes were full of plant science mumbo-jumbo that I was nearly bored to death. Most of the time, I didn't really see the relevance of his writings in the overall story. They felt more like nonsensical ramblings of a scientist. Every time a chapter is done and we're given pages and excerpts from his journal, I'd groan and go, "Baaarf. Not again. NEEEXT."
In the end, taking all of these factors into consideration, I decided it was better for me not to push myself any longer and just stop reading it. Such a pity considering I really liked the author's previous book.