by Ezekiel Boone
July 5th, 2016 | Atria Books | 4 out of 5 Stars
This was such an icky book. I had bouts of starts and stops because it made me paranoid. Like something was crawling on my skin, and every time I feel something brush up against me, I turn into a spazzing ninja trying to shake it off. But it’s not just the sense that something hairy was on me, it’s the thought that there are possibly millions of species of spiders that are unidentified out there in the wild. And one of them could be a man-eating, inside-a-human-body-hatching, flying, jumping spider. I shudder at the thought.
This breed of spiders is from the ancient world. Awakened because humans are curious fuckers. Especially those bazillionaire types wanting to explore the forest of the Amazon or some shit. So this Dora the Explorer wannabe and his entourage consisting of a tour guide, his bodyguard, and three supermodels (because he can) were in the forest when they stumbled upon a freaking nest. Long story short, the bazillionaire survived only to find himself (unknowingly) carrying an egg inside him. And it hatched.
Good times. Good times.
He’s not the only one who had a close encounter with the eight-legged kind. All over the world, they’re all awakening because it was their season. They live for a time, then die soon after they wreak havoc. They’re like carnivorous locusts with a taste for man meat and blood. In China, the infestation got so bad that the Chinese government nuked its own people. And these spiders don’t discriminate on their points of attack: sky, sea, water, land. They’re the stuff an arachniphobe’s nightmares are made of. But it bugs me that there was no precedent to the event leading up to their awakening. Moreover, because the epidemic is wide-spread, there was a slew of points of view. And yet, even with all the characters involved, the book is tiny. Each has a short tale of their encounters and their inevitable demises. So at the end of the book, there were only a few left. Which, oddly enough, makes me all the more excited about this becoming a series.
I’m especially curious about the survivalists in a remote California town who had the presence of mind to build their own nuclear bunkers. Though, I’m worried. Their bunkers were constructed deep in a mine. Mines are dark and deep and infested with who knows what. So I’m interested to know what will become of them. Also, implied romance between the entomologist and the FBI agent. Crazy, I know. I mean, with horrors abound, who has the time for romance? Lol. Mind you, romance might be pushing it.
The Hatching is a perfect book to turn into a B-movie. The kind shown in the drive-ins. Despite the horrors I felt before, during, after reading this book, believe it or not, I had a great time. It was perfectly paced regardless of the number of perspectives. When I was a child, my mom used to warn me that if I don’t wash my face and brush my teeth before going to bed, a cockroach will eat my face. I had nightmares about that. But let me tell you, that’s nothing compared to the nightmares I’ve had after reading The Hatching.