That Bug Bite Looks a Little Funny....

From B&N.com: "Across America a mysterious disease is turning ordinary people into raving, paranoid murderers who inflict brutal horrors on strangers, themselves, and even their own families."



The creatures who are responsible for the infection in Scott Sigler's Infection are not vampires. They're not zombies.  They might be aliens, but we're really not sure yet. What they are, completely and unequivocally, are CREEPY.  And the disease they spread, which attacks body and mind alike, starts with little bumps that look (and itch) like spider bites, but rapidly morph into something that Lovecraft could only dream of creating. I'm not going to give it away, but look at the cover of the novel for a hint...

Anyway, at the center of the story are three deeply flawed but somehow still likeable "heroes":  Long-time FBI agent Dew Phillips, who's out for vengeance after his partner is killed while trying to take down one of the victims of the infection; CDC scientist Margaret Montoya, who has an inferiority complex and the hots for one of her co-workers; and ex-football star Perry Dawsey, who has more at stake than anyone.  He's been infected, and, determined not to go out with out a fight,  is going mano a mano with the bug bites from hell.

This is not an easy book to read.  I don't mean the style; Sigler has a dry, smart-ass narrative voice with plenty of dark humor.  It is, to put it in the mildest way possible, GROSS.  And I'm probably understating. But if you've got a strong stomach, this not-quite-horror, not-quite-scifi thriller shouldn't be missed.  I've already bought the follow-up, Contagious, for the Nook.  5.5 out of 6 stars.