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Darkness Falling by Peter Crowther

Zombie monsters struck from the mold of countless drive-in B movies supply mayhem and gore in Darkness Falling. Their onslaught is heralded one day by a predawn flash of unearthly light that cuts off middle-American everyville Jesman’s Bend from communication with the outside world. When four employees of local radio station KMRT investigate, they find the town mysteriously depopulated, apparently in the middle of regular routines. Familiar folk reappear shortly afterward, all wearing concealing sunglasses and gloves and driven by malignant alien motives revealed when they descend en masse upon the terrified foursome . . . (via Goodreads)


If you’re looking for a horror novel, something to scary you in the wee hours of the night, this isn’t the book. I’m not saying I disliked it, but it definitely was not as fulfilling as I would have liked. Darkness Falling reads much like a Stephen King novel, maybe too much but without the impact you get from a King story. It was enjoyable enough that I finished it, but it had zero “Wow” factor.

Also, the zombies of Darkness Falling are a little difficult to take seriously. Albeit, there aren’t your typical zombie. I don’t have a problem with that–new ideas are refreshing. But the sunglasses and gloves?