Paris: The Remix

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Misty.  She lived in a normal house, with normal parents and a brother who (for dramatic purposes) was also normal.  Misty on the other hand was NOT normal.  See, Misty looked like a girl, was forced to dress like a girl, and from time to time was even forced to do girly things (to appease her mother.) But this was not the REAL Misty.  See…Misty was obscure.  She like to do boy things, read boy books, stay up until 3 am watching contraband horror flicks on her parents ridiculously tiny TV. Then, one day Misty was introduced to her savior.  A man that made her feel normal, socially excepted and ironically…alive.  That man’s name was George Romero. The zombie King. Misty instantly fell in love and then…. Oh, forget it… you know where this is going. I love zombies and this is a zombie book…yada yada.

“The City of Lights is crawling with the undead who care nothing for love or wine and are hell-bent on getting the one thing they want – your brains. The living have only one hope – Bethany Nitshimi who carries with her an encrypted file containing the key to the cure. Unfortunately Bethany is battling the undead, the apocalypse, and a group who will stop at nothing to keep her from curing the plague.”

NOTE:  My Zombie My picks up where I Zombie I left off and heads into Paris. Bethany’s gang of heroes has picked up a few more strays and mankind is getting dangerously close to the end. As Bethany battles the zombie horde she must crack the file, get the cure, and save the human race, before we are just meat for the beasts.

Well, we all know that I could talk about zombies for days. So instead of boring all of you (<–do you see that…I didn’t say y’all) into your own personal zombie like stooper, how about I just tell you the ups and the downs of “My Zombie My.”

Bad first.

There were no definitive chapters in this book. (Say what??) That’s right…this heeping helping of zombie loving goodness was just that. 1 big fat heaping helping.  There were no pauses for the potty. No intermissions for emergency gummy bear breaks and…in case you are a person whose diet consist of 85% coffee (*cough*) there was no damn time for that either.  For me (if I’m honest) this wasn’t really that big of an issue, but I am also not your average reader, (as in causal) I don’t read a chapter or 2 before turning out the lights and hitting the hay.  I sit, and read. The whole book. For everyone else though…Wallen might have considered using some of Bethany’s blog entries as stopping/starting points.

Also, unlike in the first novel (I Zombie I) Bethany’s internal dialogue got a little flouncy (hmm…not so sure that’s a word.) For instance: In the first novel, Jacob keeps a journal of what is happening (both to himself and the world around him.) While his entries were just as lengthy as Bethany’s blog entries, her’s seemed to take on a more self-deprecating tone. Now…this would have been 100% a-0-k with me IF Wallen (ok, that just sounds weird…I’m gonna call him Jack) had kept the internal diatribe to just that…her blog entries, instead…a few short paragraphs AFTER the blog entry her minor moments of instability (though completely understandable) would start up again, and cause Jack to repeat himself, (Hello deja’ vu.)

So, what about the good?

Well let me first re-assure you that despite my harsh ramblings in the two previous paragraphs, this book is an absolute winner for anyone whole loves a good cult/zombie/I-am-woman-hear-me-roar book.  There is enough comedic relief to keep you from taking the book TOO seriously, but at the same time…there is just as much emotional torture to keep you invested in the characters and their fate, (and boy…were there a lot of characters.)

The most impressive part for me however was not Jack stellar job at describing zombies that eat their own brains, or the way he can twist a story so much you aren’t even sure you can trust yourself, or even how he has the genius to create an “outside” perspective through radio show called (straight-forward enough) “Zombie Radio.” Nope…Jack’s most impressive feat in this entire book was his ability to keep the technology talk from sounding like a “Hacking For Dummies” learners manual.  With Bethany’s main duty being “hacking” this whole angle could have very easily come back to bite Jack in the ass. Instead, he chose to give just enough info to sound convincing (and knowledgable) without making me drool on my kindle.

Do I think this installment of the “I Zombie” club was a good as the last? No…but it definitely wasn’t a slacker, and if the ending bares any weight to the future of this series; the next book is going to be one hell of a wild ride.

Zombie lovers unite, and for God’s sake…grab this book!

Happy Reading my fellow Kindle-ites and remember: I love all of you, but if Moaners start roaming the Earth…ya’ll better hope you can run faster than me.

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(4/5)

 

About Misty

Your friendly neighborhood narcissist. I'm sarcastic, cynical and a bit cranky. I own a soap box so big that sometimes I have difficulty stepping down off of it, and I'm about 94% certain I have multiple personalities. I don't sleep enough, and I read more than any person should ever consider normal. I have anger management issues, especially when I'm stuck in traffic and I have an unhealthy obsession with my Kindle. I am a vampire lovin', zombie obsessed, book-in-hand, iPod freak. You either love me or hate me. You be the judge.

4 thoughts on “Paris: The Remix

    1. The book is actually quite good, BUT…zombies are an acquired taste (no pun intended) and if you’ve never really been a fan, this is probably not the best place to start. Thanks for the compliment though 🙂

    1. Ha! Thanks Shea. I sat there forever staring at a blank screen trying to think of how to start that review and then it just came to me…. “Be a smartass!” Glad it worked. 🙂

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