Book Review: The Resurrectionist

I rarely hate a book. I mean, as much as I loathe trudging through some of the classics *cough*Dickens*cough*, I still recognize their literary merit and I appreciate having read them. I also, almost never, don't finish a book; even a bad book I choose to see through to the end. That being said, The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black by E.B. Hudspeth came pretty close to earning my hatred.

I think a lot of my ire comes from expecting so much. Look at that cover and tell me you don't expect great, twisted fantasy to spew forth from the pages. Hudspeth has a great premise: An alternative history where the prominent scientist Spencer Black derails a prominent career surgically repairing genetic deformities in order to chase down and recreate mythological creatures. Dr. Black believes that the creatures are not actually fictitious but are the cultural memory of are genetically superior ancestors.

See? This should have been awseomeness squared. But it wasn't. It wasn't long enough. It felt rushed at the end. It felt like the illustrations were more important than the plot. It left me incredibly unsatisfied. All in all, I would not recommend this book to anyone. Sorry. Better luck next time.

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