In the end, I would guess this story was in fact worth it, for no other reason than it was an acceptable continuation of the Lovecraftian Mythos. That said, this particular story – and performance – left a lot to be desired.
The plot was honestly quite lackluster and relied rather heavily on “recycled cycles” of Lovecraftian characterization. Not to say that the book was not enjoyable, it merely felt a little lazy at times. This feeling was not aided by the (granted, traditional) Lovecraftian trope of characters I eventually found myself not really giving a damn about. In a perhaps ironically humorous twist, the author made sure not to lose any of his through lines and therefore concluded his story with an ending just as shallow as his plot points were predictable.
The performer was not bad, by any means, but it almost felt that even he began to lose interest in the story as he read. Incidentally, he was NOT one to create a believable or acceptable female characterization (honestly, I wish the performer had been a woman to lend the proper tone to the main female lead who was perhaps the only character to come even close to an interesting story arc, albeit written with a somewhat sexist tone).
This book isn’t half bad… the problem is that it isn’t half good, either. It is fun and will keep you marginally entertained on a long car ride, but it will most definitely not dissolve your eyelids that you may stare and fall forever headlong into the Void. Got a credit? Boom: entertainment. Looking for a treasure? Move on folks… nothing to see here.