The writer, Alex Irvine, is a capable storyteller, and the world which Guillermo del Toro created is surprisingly rich considering the premise of the film. The obvious has to be acknowledged: Giant robots punching massive monsters is the kind of thing we want to see. And, hear. And, smell. Well, maybe not smell. It’s hard to say . . . come back, smell-o-vision! We barely knew ya!
I digress. Again. The advantage that the book has over the movie is that we get to see inside the heads of the characters even when (Spoilers!) that isn’t taking place through the ingenious mind meld element of the Jaeger’s (giant robot’s) operating system, and the characters are well drawn enough that you actually want to.
I read this book during a long day of camping and enjoyed the hell out of it. How much of that was the fire-toasted sandwiches, the arboreal ambiance, and the cooler of beer is hard to say, but I would happily recommend this book to anyone looking to beat the bejeezus out of an afternoon and send it down to a watery grave in the depths of the Pacific Ocean.