It’d been a while since I read a book that horrified, sickened, and amazed me in equal measure; The Ruins did all those things with ease. I was shocked at just how much I loved this novel. I did not expect it to totally blow me away. The characters are mostly unlikable and infuriating, and I must admit I had trouble reading about them at first, but that’s the point — being trapped in the jungle and fighting for one’s life brings out the very worst in a person.
This is a brutal, agonizing read. There are no chapter breaks, and because of that it feels like a knife slice to the jugular. Scott Smith is unwavering in his quest to horrify the reader; you can almost imagine the maniacal grin he wore as he doled out pain and suffering to his unsuspecting creations.
I’m going to keep this one short and sweet: I really loved The Ruins. In fact, it’s probably in my top five horror novels — it’s that damn good. It pushes every button, as good horror should. I can’t wait to check out this author’s debut novel, A Simple Plan.
This was a buddy read with my friend Sadie. I had the time of my life. 🙂