July 12, 2013
I love books. All over my house — in paperback and e-form — are books of many genres: mystery, suspense, fantasy, and even science-fiction. But, about a month ago, if you had asked me if I had read any good zombie thrillers, I’d have looked at you as if you had spinach between your teeth.
“Zombies? Eeeew!” That’s what I would have said. Back then.
Around the end of June or first week of July, I became intrigued by Dead: The Ugly Beginning, by T.W. Brown. Expecting to stop after the first chapter, I was shocked to find myself whizzing into chapters two, three, four, and, soon, the end of the book. I stayed up at all hours, frying my eyes by the light of my iPad, but powerless to put it down and turn out the light.
That I am.
Word of caution: don’t read this book right after eating an eight-course dinner, or riding a Six Flags roller-coaster. Your stomach will revolt, and your food will backfire. With all the brain-feeding and bloody, gaping body parts, and dangling entrails, Dead: The Beginning and Zomblog turn grisly in zero-to-sixty.
Most impressive was the human-ness of his characters. They could be you, me, our kids, our spouses. Even the zombies, including gym trainers, nurses, cheerleaders — had lives, too, before they “turned”.
Although Brown gives his readers their money’s worth with at least one yucky, creepy zombie on each page, the book is not so much about zombies themselves as it is man’s (and woman’s) discovery that they are capable of survival in even the worst apocalypse imaginable.
The take-away? We just never know what we’re made of until we’re put to the test. Fending off and taking out the “un-dead” with jerry-rigged weapons, squeezing the most out of the least, and managing, not only to survive but, also, to tell the tale? Now that’s something!