Published October 6th, 2010 by the author
“This is the way the world ends – not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.”
Nineteen-year-old Remy King is on a mission to get across the wasteland left of America, and nothing will stand in her way – not violent marauders, a spoiled rock star, or an army of flesh-eating zombies.
I don’t know about this book, I really just don’t know. Obviously I have heard the rumblings about the author, you would think she was the literary Second Coming of Christ. But I had never read any of her books. This one intrigued me, I like zombie books. But lately I have been frustrated with zombie books since they all turn out exactly the same. Immediately I could tell, these zombies would be different. The origination of the zombies is interesting and not something I remember reading before. The beginning sequence of the book was also truly fantastic. The book starts off with a huge burst of energy and I was sucked in right away. These two things made me think, wow I am really going to love this book. Well, now I’m at the end. I didn’t love it but I didn’t hate it either. Overall, I liked it but the problems with the book were so bad I just couldn’t ignore them.
WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!!
As well as this book started, it quickly landed in the realm of the absurd. Remy meets up with some other survivors at the beginning of her quest to find her baby brother. That was not unexpected, it happens in every post-apocalypse book there is. But certain things I just couldn’t get over. For example, they find a lion chained to a truck who’s as gentle as a newborn kitten. Yeah, sorry I’m not buying it. Even lions that have been raised by humans since birth still have a wild streak that cannot be tamed. Then there was this passage that made me scream:
“Over 200 pounds of jungle cat sat on my chest…”
AAAHHH!! OMG, Google is your friend! How on earth did that sentence ever get published? Let’s just point out the two biggest problems with it. First, lions live in the savanna of Africa, that is most certainly not a jungle. Tigers or even panthers would be a jungle cat, but most definitely not lions. Second, a two second Google search will tell you that an adult lioness generally weighs between 300 and 400 pounds. That’s a hell of a lot more than 200 don’t ya think?
But anyway, once we move on from my annoyance with that badly crafted and factually incorrect sentence, we move on to finding out that one of Remy’s new companions is a world famous rock star. Yes, I know, my eyes almost rolled out of my head too. And he’s oh so hot, and immediately smitten with Remy. Of course he is.
Then we travel to the now deserted Las Vegas. I mean, what happened to the ingenuity of the first chapter? EVERY post apocalypse novel features Las Vegas. At this point I was so tired of this book that I wanted to give up, but I persevered to the end.
Remy bothered me. The book was told from her point of view, and she is an emotionless, obsessive girl. I don’t think she expressed a single emotion until the last handful of pages. For a first person POV, this was awful. If she didn’t care about what was happening then how could I? The character played it off as being stoic and “doing what needed to be done” but it was boring. Doing what needs to be done doesn’t mean you have no emotion about it. It means you have emotion about it and quell it to get the job done.
Then we had the ending, it was actually pretty good. It felt hurried and rushed, but I liked what we were left with in the end. It was interesting and got me re-invested in the book and wondering just what the hell had gone wrong for the entire middle portion. The only reason I am considering reading the next book is because the excerpt I got for it at the end of this book was better than anything I read in this entire thing. It was alright, but only because the beginning and ending saved it.