A group of people dining in an exclusive restaurant are trapped when all the world's animals go postal on mankind. Who will survive and what will be left?
If The Animals were a movie it would have been made by the Sci Fi Channel.
I'm all for the willing suspension of disbelief but when mosquitos and wasps act like a single entity, insects overrun tanks and a whale brings down a bridge credulity is stretched to breaking point.
And why does one of the major characters confess to being a ruthless drug dealing Mafia boss to a woman he has just met so early on? Like so much in the book, it just doesn't add up.
That said, The Animals does move along at a fair old clip and the manuscript is free of annoying literals and grammatical errors. If you are prepared to accept the preposterous idea that the world's animals have suddenly developed a cunning psychotic hatred of mankind - and are prepared to work together to achieve their aims - then you'll enjoy it.
The equivalent of a dopey B-movie, The Animals could only ever be a guilty pleasure.