I wanted to like Dark Resurrection. But I knew when I was halfway through the first chapter it was going to be a hard sell.
The problem is the writing reads like something from a high school creative writing class. He info-dumps every chance he gets, telling you everything from the color of the carpet to what sort of glow the florescent lights give off. He does this on every page, everything is meticulously described, yet you can't seem to picture anything. A classic case of telling, not showing.
The dialog is unrealistic; "You're looking good with your sleeves rolled up and your muscles bulging through your shirt" says the surgeon's wife, while his 3-4 year old toddler speaks with the proficiency of a 5th grader. The malevolent villain chats like a casual acquaintance, even when he's supposed to be frightening. None of the characters have a sense of distinct personality to them, so it's very hard to get attached or feel sympathetic towards any one of them.
The worst though, is the repetition. Twice in the few pages the author makes a reference to the intercostal muscle, and both times feels the need to explain to us that they are a wall of muscle between the ribs, as if we didn't catch it the first time. This happens constantly throughout the story, the author basically repeating whole sentences within a page or two, or using a word to death in a paragraph when there there were others he could have chosen.
I gave the book two stars because the story itself isn't that bad. It can hold your interest enough to keep you turning pages despite the flaws in the writing, and it shows a lot of potential. A good editor or a few more years of practice could have made this a wonderful book. As it stands, it's only mediocre, serious flaws in the prose keeping it from being good enough to call average.