Jack, honey, I'll be happy to.
It's pretty poorly written, although I don't entirely hold that against the author; there's a strong sense that this is a first draft (second, actually; I'm reading the LESS violent revision). There are typos, a lot of exposition is thrust into the middle of the action in a clunky way, a lot of the character histories read like the author hadn't really figured out which details were important and which weren't. All these I can let slide, mostly because I wasn't expecting much when I picked this up.
But there are some serious, major plot holes in the surprise twist that I really don't think, at this point, are going to be sewn up. Things like: nobody noticed those campers never came back? Really? No insurance because you missed a Medicare payment? Is that how it works?
I'm skimming almost all the back story, and almost all the tension-mounting moments in the dark woods, and almost all the really violent scenes--well, the whole book really. There are some good moments about planning and logistics, but oh my word, the do-gooder's heroic thoughts and the inner city slang of the troubled youths being chased through the woods--it's a parody of itself. It's the novelization of Really Freaking Scary Movie, with Gore.
It's almost high art.
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