I'm always on the look out for a good "creature thriller," so to speak. That's why I picked this one up, and it wasn't bad. It's not super good either.
I know back in the day of Dickens, authors used to get paid by the word for their novels. Not so much now, but it kind of felt like the author was trying for it. Going on way too much about things that weren't really important to the story, and only kind of necessary to know about the characters.
The flashbacks didn't add much, I thought, and I almost stopped reading because I didn't think it got at all interesting until nearly a third of the way through. Too slow in the build up to the monster novel stuff; the stuff I came for.
Tori was a character that I should've liked, in theory, but in execution she annoyed me most of the time, though she had her moments. Gabe was a mixed bag. Josh was the only character I consistently cared for through out the book.
The monsters were interesting, though I was just hoping for more, I guess. And yet, even so, I ultimately came away not *dis*liking the book. I liked it, kind of in spite of myself, but unlike Crichton's animals-gone-wrong thrillers, I won't be re-reading it.