I know what you’re thinking, “what’s her problem? It’s Will’s POV!” except, yes it is but no it’s not.
Moreover, young Will Henry lacked a voice in my opinion. Yet if I do like wondering what characters really think and analyzing their actions, in my opinion I haven’t near enough material here to work with : everyone keeps telling me that Warthorpe is complex and multi-layered, but HUH? Really, HUH? To me he’s one dimensional and pretty boring, and don’t get me started about the stiff and repetitive dialogues which consistently failed to convince me. ► Lack of … depth in the characterization. Not to mention that far from awakening my interest, the Latin names and other classics references felt somewhat pretentious to me, because they seemed completely out of phase with the simple plot. What annoyed the crap out of me is the fact that the plot felt way too simple to interest me, the whole thing punctuated with so many useless and slooooooow scenes that I struggled to keep my eyes open. Nothing fucking happens! I don’t care if it’s gross, I mean, I do have an history of disgust with maggots but in all honesty that’s not at all what bothered me here. What do you mean you don’t care? SNAP TO, READER! SNAP TO! Now, you can eat your porridge, but just so you know, these creatures are invading New Jerusalem. This is a *insert Latin name to appear clever*. What’s the point of this? Oh, here’s a monster. I stopped at 67%, because there’s just so much boredom I can take. If this book was a landscape, it would be the Sahara desert : perhaps beautiful from a distance, but so fucking dry that I wouldn’t want to stay there more than 1 hour. But when a grave robber comes calling in the middle of the night with a gruesome find, he brings with him their most deadly case yet.Ī gothic tour de force that explores the darkest heart of man and monster and asks the question: When does man become the very thing he hunts? In his time with the doctor, Will has met many a mysterious late-night visitor, and seen things he never imagined were real.
Pellinore Warthrop, a man with a most unusual specialty: monstrumology, the study of monsters. So starts the diary of Will Henry, orphaned assistant to Dr. But he is dead now and has been for more than forty years, the one who gave me his trust, the one for whom I kept these secrets. The Monstrumologist ( The Monstrumologist #1)
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