This book may have gotten top reviews, but I just didn't enjoy it. Maybe its because werewolves aren't my thing.

Whenever I review something that is werewolf-centric, I usually mention that it's my favorite genre, then I go on to complain (or ponder why) there's not enough great movies or books that put these magnificent beasts at the front and center. Think about it for a moment, how many great books or movies are there out there that concentrate on the lycan? You could probably count on one hand for each medium. Fortunately, you can add another to the written side with Benjamin Percy's Red Moon, a flawed but enjoyable read.

Generally with werewolf books or films, it's pretty much the same premise: the beasts are stuff of legend until your main character is attacked and begins his or her change, thus beginning the long road to finding a cure (usually involving a gypsy or strange character that has an in with lycan lore). But that's not the case with Red Moon. Instead of being creatures unknown to the general populace, those that have the ability to change into a flesh eating monster are treated as second class citizens; ones that are to be feared and not trusted.

You can read my full review at HorrorDNA.com.