What is the fucking deal with zombies?
I swear, sometimes it feels like the world has gone zombie-crazy. Everybody’s talking zombies. Zombies this, zombies that. Zombies, zombies, zombies.
I don’t get it.
Why, just today, I pounded my desk at work, lest I shout at the top of my lungs, “Stop with the fucking zombies, already!”
Hell, somebody’s going to stage a zombie Hamlet. Just you watch. There’s already a vampire “version” – just look at Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Undead.
Then I read about this.
Yes, Jane Austen meets Zombies. Which is doubly offensive to my sense of good taste.
Firstly, it seems like everytime I’m in the bookstore I see someone’s brand spanking new sequel to Pride and Prejudice. Writers, just leave Jane Austen be.
And secondly, it’s fucking zombies!
I give the author points, however, for a book that can be this: “What ensues is a delightful comedy of manners with plenty of civilized sparring between the two young lovers and even more violent sparring on the blood-soaked battlefield as Elizabeth wages war against hordes of flesh-eating undead.”
I don’t even want to know.