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Road Trip of the Living Dead by Mark Henry. © 2009 Kensington Books. ISBN 9780758225245. Trade Paperback. Horror/Zombies. 288 pages. $15.00 US. Source: review copy from author (pdf)
Funny, gory, as full of snarky footnotes as the previous book ( Happy Hour of the Damned ), it’s a road trip to the Midwest that only Amanda Feral could experience.
Okay, road trips can be a bit difficult for vampires, but Gil is very motivated to get out of town, as his last client didn’t have such a great conversion experience (what with being peed on by a ghost and all).
And when Amanda and Wendy find out they’re crossed off the guest list for the opening of a new club and Gil is nearly eaten by werewolves, what better to do than to drive to South Dakota to see Amanda’s dying mother. Who Amanda hates. A lot.
Along the way they run into a creepy family traveling in a trailer; two creepy (but less creepy) boys who could be a couple cultists traveling the Midwest, a (hot) werewolf cop, and two girls, one of whom turns out to be . . . you’re gonna have to read it to find *that* out!
Amanda is still shallow but she seems to be gaining in the empathy department–as much as a zombie can have empathy anyway. If I wasn’t afraid that she’d a) eat me or b) make fun of my clothing, I think I might even hang out with her. If she’d allow me to.
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Happy Hour of the Damned by Mark Henry. © 2008 (re-printed in January 2010) Kensington Books. ISBN 0-7582-2522-9. Paperback. Horror/Zombies. 336 pages. $6.99 US. [ Purchase ] Source: review copy.
Amanda Feral is shallow, stone-cold bitch. Unless she’s got a few drinks in her–then she’s just a shallow bitch. I’d never hang out with her but then I’m sure she’d never hang out with me either. But there’s one thing that does make her interesting. Amanda Feral is a zombie.
Yep, a shallow, bitchy clothes-horse of a zombie.
I’ve never read a book where the protagonist is a zombie. How could you possibly have a zombie protagonist when all zombies do are shamble around and munch on humans, nary a thought process to be seen? So I know you’re wondering the same thing I was: How in the world can she be a zombie and not only string enough words together coherently to be bitchy but coordinated enough to dress herself? But it turns out there are TWO types of zombies! Those who are made and those classified as mistakes. The made zombies can hide just like other supernatural creatures, hence our lack of knowledge of them. All we ever see are the mistakes–the shambling cannibals of countless movies that we know and love. (Okay, maybe not everyone loves zombies, but I find people who don’t to be highly suspect.) Read the rest of this entry »