The book that got my brother out of his reading slump was — chock full of guns and monsters.
It’s a bit of a story: my dad got a free copy during a promotion, and when he finally read it…
He shoved it into my brother’s hands when they were taking a long drive together, and ordered him to read. My brother…
Started paying his own money for the next books in the series, geeking out at every opportunity, is currently slavering for the author to finish Book 7, and badgered me left and right to read Monster Hunter.
So here I am. I’ve joined the club. Maybe I’m not normally in the demographic for ripping apart monsters with anatomically correct firearms, but sometimes you just gotta let your inner “Heck, Yeah!” have some fresh air.




