Author: Isaac Marion
Genres: Fantasy, Science Fiction
Format: Paperback
Pages: 256
Publication Date: 12/25/2012
Publisher: Astria/Emily Bestler Books
★★★★★
R is having a no-life crisis—he is a zombie. He has no memories, no identity, and no pulse, but he is a little different from his fellow Dead. He may occasionally eat people, but he’d rather be riding abandoned airport escalators, listening to Sinatra in the cozy 747 he calls home, or collecting souvenirs from the ruins of civilization.
And then he meets a girl.
First as his captive, then his reluctant house guest, Julie is a blast of living color in R’s gray landscape, and something inside him begins to bloom. He doesn’t want to eat this girl—although she looks delicious—he wants to protect her. But their unlikely bond will cause ripples they can’t imagine, and their hopeless world won’t change without a fight.
Full disclosure: This is my favorite book of the twenty-first century.
I guess that's kind of corny. Certainly there must be better books written during the past seventeen years, and yet this is the book that has called to me the most over the past four years since the first time that I read it.
Another note of disclosure: This is the second time I've read this book.
And it's only the second time I've read this book, which seems strange when I consider how much the language comforts me. Reading this book feels like wrapping myself in the warmth of grandmother's favorite quilt and snuggling down for a long winter's nap. Or maybe just a good read.
Let me start this review by stating this: This book is corny. It's humorous and it's implausible and it's cheesy and it's sappy and it's just a weird genre.
I want you to read this book. What I don't want is for you to read this book and groan, because it does bear its similarities to Twilight (which, by the way, I thoroughly loved but which does not make my top 10 books of the twenty-first century by a long shot).
You're here to read about this book though, and that's what I want to tell you about.
How about we start out by talking about what this book is not?
I guess that's kind of corny. Certainly there must be better books written during the past seventeen years, and yet this is the book that has called to me the most over the past four years since the first time that I read it.
Another note of disclosure: This is the second time I've read this book.
And it's only the second time I've read this book, which seems strange when I consider how much the language comforts me. Reading this book feels like wrapping myself in the warmth of grandmother's favorite quilt and snuggling down for a long winter's nap. Or maybe just a good read.
Let me start this review by stating this: This book is corny. It's humorous and it's implausible and it's cheesy and it's sappy and it's just a weird genre.
I want you to read this book. What I don't want is for you to read this book and groan, because it does bear its similarities to Twilight (which, by the way, I thoroughly loved but which does not make my top 10 books of the twenty-first century by a long shot).
You're here to read about this book though, and that's what I want to tell you about.
How about we start out by talking about what this book is not?
