Reviews by eknapp
Don't worry, the aliens don't sparkle. Well...not much.
This Puppet Masters-style alien invasion story was much better than I expected. Meyer's aliens lack the plausibility of harder scifi writers like Sherri Tepper's "Companions" and Larry Niven's anything, and she's a bit heavy-handed with the gooey lovey-dovey stuff, but she's more restrained than I expected from the author of Twilight. And her plotting and story construction are excellent. Maybe she got a better editor.

It served as an excellent exercise in what one can learn from examining both sides of a disagreement. A surprise thumbs-up.
Promising, but the author seems kind of insecure.
This was my second Nightside book, and I enjoyed it much less than the first.

It's urban-fantasy-meets-old-fashioned-private-eye-noir, kind of a cool combination. Green is a little too smug and self-aware to be really good though; the protagonist is supposed to be tough and dangerous but he usually just comes off as a poser.

The author uses too many superlatives, like Pratchett but worse. Every other character is the baddest, deadliest, evilest thing to ever walk the Nightside. It gets old.

But it's not a bad book; I found it to be a fast-paced and fairly amusing. It's just that it doesn't live up to it's potential.
Self-conscious but fun.
The first book in Simon Green's Nightside series has a lot going for it: it's clever and creative, marrying urban fantasy to detective-noir. The hero is noble, the banter is witty, and the dark humor is darkly humorous.

Unfortunately "Something from the Nightside" is also very self-conscious. Literally every other page contains the sentence "[Something bleak and ominous], in the Nightside." Green reminds the reader of how "other" his creation is, ad nauseum. I get it, the Nightside is ultra-dangerous, and the hero is proportionally amazing; stop treating me like I'm stupid.

But in spite of the distractions and occasional insults to my intelligence, I found it to be a fast and fun story. I'm looking forward to the next book.
Pratchett tackles philosophy.
This is a fantasy take on Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of NIMH. It's funnier and not as dark. Pratchett's intelligent rat-clan works with a smart cat (the eponymous Maurice) and a slow human musician, running a Pied Piper grift on a series of towns.

It's fascinating to watch all these newly-intelligent creatures begin to ask themselves great philosophical questions: where did we come from? why are we here? what happens to us after we die? is there a Great Rat Under the Ground? Really great stuff.
World War V. (that's a "vee", not a Roman five)
Wilson's vampires are not poetic tormented souls; they're greedy, evil, single-minded monsters. The vampires hiding in eastern Europe have decided the time has come to take over the world and literally farm humans for blood. Europe, Asia, and the Middle East are overrun, and they've established themselves on the east coast of the United States. The story is about the human resistance.

Midnight Mass is not beautifully written, but it's not bad. Its strength lies in its story and its strong internal logic. If vampires were real, this is how their world would look. It's extremely dark; Wilson spares the reader nothing at all. It can be very hard to read sometimes, but I love this book for its unwillingness to compromise.