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.
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.
