I felt as though the way he has set it out takes away from the story itself. The plot was amazing and at times when I was reading about Navidson in the tunnels, I would get genuinely scared. But then the text would take over and I would have to turn the book around to read it and it all felt a bit unnecessary and over the top.

It seems that everyone has a different interpretation of this book’s meaning. It’s that kind of book, presenting riddles that are mirrored, so that you see in them something personal. Perhaps not riddles, but complete darkness, burning away all but introspection. I don’t know, in any case I think the answers must come from within.
Some people, my wife included, felt that this was one of the scariest books that she ever read. Now that I have read it, I would say that it was not horror at all. It is a book about coping, abuse, loss, grief, madness, death and nothing.

Re-read for the fifth time in three years and it actually made sense this time round.