This novel is essentially a monster movie in book form. The cover blurb draws comparisons with `Jaws' and `Jurassic Park', whilst describing it as a `Michael Crichton style thriller'.
None of those comparisons can be denied, but unfortunately, this book fails to thrill.
The characters are well written and the story develops with credibility, considering the subject matter - giant flying man-eating manta rays. For such an entertaining far fetched concept, it is therefore disappointing, that the novels real focus is the scientific search for the creatures. I had hoped that there would be more attention to the hysteria and destruction that the emergence of such a creature would cause. Adding to the tedium, there is little of any sub-plot to draw attention from the repetitive scientific research passages. Ultimately, the novel reads like a really low budget horror film that promises a lot, but delivers little.
The following dialogue from the book, quoted verbatim, sums it up:
"It's not out there" Darryl said the next morning.
"It's still not out there" he said again in the afternoon.
"It's just not out there" he said yet again the next day.
"It's still not out there" Darryl announced for what felt like the hundredth time.
I did read the book completely, and it did pick up pace towards the end, but regrettably it was too little too late.