I really wanted to like this book but couldn’t help feeling like it wasn’t meant for me.
What I mean is, it felt like a man’s story, written about men, for men, by a man. That’s fine, but I guess I just wasn’t expecting it.
This book definitely didn’t pass the Bechdel test. There are various female characters, all of whom are described as being attractive, most of whom are just there to sleep with a more important male character. None of whom have any dialogue with one another or any real meaningful dialogue with the male characters.
And then there’s the weird bit with the monster slicing of women’s breast to eat. Like, okay. I’m all for body horror but that feels a bit gender specific. I know the monster then goes on to say he prefers female meat, but that’s just on the author at this point.
Maybe I’m just a raving lefty feminist, but I just felt that this book what written for someone who isn’t me.
The horror aspect was good. A fast paced retelling of the age old wendigo story. I liked that there was no big happy ending and that we never really got an answers as to what he was, with various theories from the (male) characters being given and nothing resolved.
But yeah, it was okay for a quick holiday read I suppose.