Tens of millions of people around the world are dead. Half of China is a nuclear wasteland. Mysterious flesh-eating spiders are marching through Los Angeles, Oslo, Delhi, Rio de Janeiro, and countless other cities. According to scientist Melanie Gruyer, however, the spider situation seems to be looking up. Yet in Japan, a giant, truck-sized, glowing egg sack gives a shocking preview of what is to come, even as survivors in Los Angeles panic and break the quarantine zone. Out in the desert, survivalists Gordo and Shotgun are trying to invent a spider super weapon, but it’s not clear if it’s too late, because President Stephanie Pilgrim has been forced to enact the plan of last resort: The Spanish Protocol. America, you are on your own.
Skitter by Ezekiel Boone
Publication Date: April 25, 2017 by Atria/Emily Bestler Books
The siren continued its pulsing wail, but in the space between, he thought he heard something. A brushing. A skittering.
I absolutely LOVED The Hatching and was ecstatic to get the chance to read its follow up before its publication date. While enjoyable, Skitter lacked the full on action that kept me up late reading Boone’s first book in the series. Whereas The Hatching dealt directly with all of the horror of the spiders and their attack, the second book seemed much more like a pause button. Most of the book centered on the various characters that were introduced The Hatching and their attempts to prepare for the spiders to make their next move. I notice this tends to be a problem with trilogies and often why the second book gets a slightly lower rating than its introduction to the series.
She paused and looked around the room. ‘I think it’s safe to say that whenever this next group of spiders hatches, we’re in for something different.’
Unfortunately, knowing what havoc and terror the spiders are going to wreak on the world doesn’t start to really become known until the end of the book. What a trick Boone plays with this angle because now I’m dying to get my hands on the third book!
Everywhere the spiders went, they left a trail of soft, whispering silk, sticking to trees and bushes, wrapped around men and women and children who found themselves unable to move, unable to even scream.
Despite its lack of action, Skitter did nothing to alleviate my fear of spiders and the book definitely heightened my awareness of my surroundings – always waiting for an eight-legged attack despite the book also having increased my already intense levels of cleaning. Now that the lull is over in Skitter, I’m anxiously awaiting the third book and the nightmares I’m sure I’ll have about apocalyptic spider attacks on the world.
Thank you Netgalley and Atria for allowing me the chance to read this book before its publication date in return for an honest review!