Yes, I like zombie books. My delight with the genre started with Mira Grant's Feed / Newsflesh trilogy, and has continued through a large gamut of good to crappy zombie books. This zombie book is the first of an eight book series. It isn't long, it's a fast read (all of sixty-nine whole pages), and really, would be a great first part of, say, a longer story, say of eight parts.
It follows the story of David, who is in an office building when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. The plot follows his journey home, and his family's escape.
AND I AM GOING TO COMPLETELY SPOIL IT FOR YOU, if you keep reading this.
What I find very odd about the story is that the story, as told from David's perspective, has information in it about the beginning of the zombie apocalypse and its origins that he can't possibly know, BECAUSE HE DIES IN THE END. How the f--- could he know that the apocalypse was man-made and started with lots of needles poking people if he's dead?
Okay, maybe he's not dead in the end, though getting eaten by a hoard of zombies usually means dead in zombie books. David wasn't just bitten, there are several series that discuss how "bitten" could mean zombie fever, followed by a craving for blood/flesh, but a normal(-ish) person otherwise, he was eaten. Dead. Nothing. Nada.
Yeah, so, I'm not likely to read the rest of the series. The one was a quick fun read, though.
4 Women Walk Into a Restroom...
Commentary Instead of being asleep at 19:39 on 4 March 2016, kitt created this:As I was sitting on the toilet in a stall today (YES, this is going to be another post that deals with shit - like, shit shit, real shit), and a woman opened the door of the stall next to me. She stepped into the stall, turned around, walked out of the stall, and into the next stall over. She did her business and left.
Before she was done, another woman came into the bathroom, walked into stall next to me, turned around, and walked into the stall on the other side of the stall I was in.
You might see where this is going.