I’m half way through. Yes, I’m a very slow reader. I hope to finish it very soon. I’ve gone and gotten myself addicted to a new video game (bad Aaron). However, I think that after three weeks of game time, I’m ready to come back to the blogsiphere.
I have to say that I’m in love with this horror novel. It is has just the right amount of cheese for this horror fan. What do I mean buy that? Well, the characters are likable, but only enough that you somewhat care about how they die. No one has died yet. There is only a broken back, slicked up knee, and dehydration.
What I really like is the monster. I hope that I’m not giving much a way with this, but the big-bad is a plant, this red flowering vine that feeds off anything that it can touch. It also leans. You can’t fool it twice.
My favorite sections so far have to do with a handjob. Yup, there is handjob, a well written one. However, the next morning, well, the vine feed off the loosed sperm that spilled all over the floor of the tent and followed it right to the source.
I’m very much looking for ward to disconnecting from my video game obsession and getting back into short stories and this novel. With foreshowing complete after 200 plus pages, people will start to die painful horrible deaths, I just know it.
I will get back to short stories very soon. Until then, get a copy of The Ruins, it is going to change the way you think about horror.
Smith, Scott. The Ruins. New York: Vintage, 2007.