Okay, like you haven't heard enough about this Mark Henry guy lately, right? I mean, that man is all over the internet hoing his newly released book self around.
As well he should be! I can only hope to be one half as hoilicious as Mr. Henry come time for my own book release next year :).
So this isn't a "real" review because I don't do those. I can't be counted on to focus sufficiently to sum up the content of a book. (I mean, since I sat down to write this I've been interrupted three times to put on the
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, find a misplaced gray sock, and wipe toddler bottom. If I did the sum up thing, I'd never get anything posted.) But this is an honest and wholehearted recommendation for you to buy this book and clear a few hours in your schedule to read it. IMMEDIATELY!
This may very well be the best grown up zombie novel
ever. (Mine is Young Adult, and though I don't think I'm nearly as clever as Mark, I have to act like I think I am so I can sell mad books yo.) Snarky, hysterical, wildly entertaining and inventive, I devoured the last three fourths of
Happy Hour of the Damned in one sitting and was still rabid-zombie-hunting-for-brains hungry for more.
Mr. Henry may be the only author I've ever read who succeeded in making me LOVE a book when I actually didn't care much for the heroine. Amanda Feral is a self centered, egotistical (just got interrupted again to wipe boogie nose and kiss a hurt finger) bitch who I began to dislike by the middle of the book because she was clearly way more gorgeous and fabulous than I am (even though she's dead with scary blue veins and creepy cold skin). Her knowledge of clothes and shoes and everything else chickish so far exceeded my own, I often had no idea what she was talking about, and I credit myself as a gal who can get dressed up with the best of them given the time and a babysitter. (Any volunteers?)
Yet still I rooted for Amanda, hung breathless on her every word, and reveled in the unparalleled hysterical detail of Mark Henry's descriptions. And just to make it clear, I don't rave about books that often. I love to read, but it's rare I find something that sweeps me into its twisted embrace with such power.
So thank you Mark Henry. You should be damned proud. Now I'm just praying I'll be getting an ARC of the next Feral book ASAP. I'm already jonesing for more.
In the meantime, I suppose I'll have to pass the time experimenting with some of the yummy sounding zombie drinks Mark so kindly provided in his inserts, lol. This Mom may not be fabulous, but she can certainly give luscious a try ;).
Stacey Jay
