As a long time avoider of the natural world and all of it's pitfalls and inherent dangers, Nameless Things is just another terrifying reason to add to my ever-growing pile of why one should never go camping. Mike is all in his feelings over a recent breakup with a longtime boyfriend, and for some reason decided to clear his head with a little nature in a camping trip with his longtime childhood friend, Wade. While hiking, they run into a family. Next thing you know, an meteor strikes nearby, they find terrifying worms, and the wife gets sick with a mysterious illness and dies. The father and son, an Australian couple, and Mike and Wade all try to make their way back down the trail to get help. But soon, they realize that the troubles in their campsite have spread much further than their little group, and with a ticking clock and fading daylight, man of that family is starting to look ill in a very familiar way. 

Nameless Things was an entertaining horror. If you like Stephen King, Robert McCammon, Richard Matheson, I think you'd like this. It was giving a lot of Dreamcatcher vibes in the beginning, but definitely came into a story on its own as things progressed. The audio experience was also pretty good. I felt like the narrator would appeal to the target audience of this book; what I affectionately call midwestern dad horror. I could see listening to this one with my dad. And I also personally appreciated that the everyman main character, Mike, was also a gay man, which is rare in this genre. 

Overall, I enjoyed the book. It was a bit graphic at some times, scatological (sometimes quite literally) at others, but I'm certain those elements would a appeal to someone, and I don't think these moments were gratuitous. I'm certain I'll think about this book the next time someone mentions the idea of camping to me.