I quite enjoyed Jeremy Robinson's previous books, The Didymus Contingency and Raising The Past, and I suppose Antarktos Rising to an extent, but found this book to be a complete chore.
I didn't really think much of it when I finished it last year, just chalked it up as a rubbish read and put it in a box in the attic, never to be seen again.
However, having just read several good reviews I felt inclined to give my opinion.
The characters are predictable and very thinly portrayed - our protagonist; Atticus Young, an ex Navy Seal who re-trained as an oceanagrapher with a deep and profound respect for the ocean and all ocean dwelling life.
Then he takes his daughter diving and she's eaten by a 150 foot (or meters - can't remember - big anyway) sea monster.
I understand that grief probably overshadows most other feelings but he then feels compelled to track down this sea monster and kill it.
Well, believe it or not after 250 years of roaming the seas minding his own business, the sea monster has finally met his match. Because within a few days of eating the aforementioned young lady, Atticus Young has successfully located the old fella and is ruthlessly planning it's demise.
I'm not about to ruin the ending for anyone who actually intends on reading this book, and haven't given anything away that isn't mentioned on the book's back cover.
I will, however, disclose that the final third is even more absurd and unbelievable than the middle third, and the first third is average at best.
I'm not asking for a book full of undeniable fact and proven science, and my favourite genre of books are those steeped in mystery and whose authors use a large amount of poetic license. But this is so bad it's almost laughable.
In fact, go on, read it just to appreciate everything else you read in future!