Take the setting of Jurassic Park. Stir in some Island of Dr. Moreau, with a dash of WWII conspiracy theories. Add in a heaping dose of The Human Centipede, and a whole lot of hallucinogens.
You get a close approximation of this book.
The strange thing about it is that it was okay. It wasn’t wonderful. It wasn’t horrific. It wasn’t Twilight (that’s several steps lower than horrific, in the deepest circle of Hell). It was just…okay. But what it has going on is this crazy-insane-whatjusthappenedohGodohGodtheyhavegiantspiders premise.
To get the bad out of the way, the writing was decent, but the characters weren’t very fleshed out. You have the pretty, impulsive love interest. The manly hero who isn’t so masculine he bleeds testosterone. The sidekick comic relief. They’re okay, but not memorable.
The premise itself is the selling point for this book, and probably what will draw people in. To sum it up without being too spoilery, an island where the Japanese experimented on prisoners during WWII is still functioning, and the experiments are still going on. The inhabitants of the island are no longer entirely human, and the surviving crew members of the scientific exploration ship must find their companions before it is too late. To the author’s credit, he does make the scenarios seem fairly plausible, and he does well at the genuinely creepy moments in the book (CHESTBURSTERSPIDERSGAAAAHHHH).
So, I’m going to say this: go read it. Don’t expect anything great. But expect some crazy fun.