I won this book through a Goodreads Giveaway. Spoilers ahead.
Yikes. And not in a good way.
This book was simply atrocious. It was, by far, one of the worst books I've ever read. I got through it quickly for a few reasons - first, because I wanted to push through so I could move on to something better, and second, because the simple sentence structures reminded me of a children's book, so it didn't take much interpretative power to read and understand.
I'm going to limit myself to three major criticisms.
1. Writing Style: I don't really know how or why this book was presented by James Patterson, or really why it was published by Little, Brown at all. The writing style is beyond juvenile. The sentence structure really bothered me, in particular - most of the sentences were choppy, so there was no flow or melody to the narration at all. The language was extremely lacking, and the use of certain bland descriptors (things were often "bad") made this story clunky, awkward, and extremely unpleasant to read. I would have been more understanding of the language difficulties had this been a first draft of a novel written in a high school or college creative writing class, but I don't expect this lack of literary craftmanship from a major publishing house. Really disappointing.
2. Characters: I don't even know where to begin with this one. My mind still rebels at every single character, all of them crafted heavily around stereotypes and given very little depth. Maddie, the main character, is a sixteen-year-old girl who enjoys running, gossiping with her "best friend and sister" Chelsea (who was her former school bully, go figure), and crushing on older boys. She possesses little charm, few marks of intelligence, and nothing beyond "long blonde hair" to mark her as distinct in any way. Maddie and her companions (a mix of family, family friends, and a nature guide) venture into the mountains for a camping trip, where they experience a series of horrific murders based loosely on a campfire story their nature guide told them one night. The "adult" characters are riddled by their past and present grievances - namely, everyone's parents are sleeping together in a weird extension of their frat and sorority days in college, a few of them have plotted the murder of one of their wives, some have serious alcohol and gambling addictions, and others thrive on blackmail. The absurdity of the entire situation is fueled by the fact that none of these characters have any backstory or particular relevance to the central plot, and their problems are not unpacked adequately in order for the audience to care about them or even interpret their antics as anything beyond ridiculous, overplayed, and unrealistic. The irony is that most of the story revolves around Maddie, her "best friend" (we are relentlessly reminded of this fact) Chelsea, and a few other siblings, cousins, and friends who are all teenagers. So, essentially, none of the adult characters really matter in the end anyway, especially because they all end up dead. But don't worry - even though 90% of the book's characters end up dead, you won't really care or react because they never felt like real people in the first place.
3. Just About Everything Else: I've spoken briefly above about plot, setting, etc. There are so many problems with all of it that I don't feel justified wasting too much time and space talking about them, but just know that this book had few redeeming qualities for me. Readers can expect to be disappointed with the plot structure, red herrings, and the eventual reveal. It just reads as, frankly, a silly, silly story. I still don't know where the heck this story is set... at least, I don't remember if the narrator ever tells the audience where these characters live and go on their camping trip. And the three "campfire story" chapters seemed horribly out of place and pointless in the end. If the author would have focused more on the Mountain Men story as part of the main plot and not as an aside, perhaps he could have salvaged this work. But then again, maybe not.
Strangely, I would have liked this book much more if it had been billed as a satire, poking fun at poorly-plotted and executed horror films that end up being more comedic than scary. However, it's clear that this book is meant to be taken seriously as a horror story, and that's the real horror.