The Devouring - Simon Holt It was basically a corny horror movie in book form. I was rather disappointed … I thought the premise was cool. I thought it would be more about Vours taking over lots of people and that it would become one of those "OOH WHO CAN I TRUST?!" things. Instead, it was more focused on cheap horror-movie gags – complete with a possessed little boy, spiders crawling out of people's faces, axe-wielding killer clowns, and an old guy puking out his organs. While I admit that this book succeeded in permanently scarring my mind with revolting images, it didn't leave much of an … emotional impression on me. It just made my stomach hurt. And if that was the author's goal – well then, good for him. But I didn't really like the writing, and I thought the plot relied on far too many clichés, to the point where it was completely predictable and just plain boring. The only reason I give it two stars instead of one was that I thought it started off good. I thought the first chapter was great, since it was more psychologically disturbing than all blood-and-guts. And that's the kind of horror that really gets to me. And if the whole thing had been like that, leaving more to my imagination, I would have enjoyed it more. But as it is, it didn't really do it for me.