What’s the harm of one little, teeny-weeny page? If anything, I'll prove to myself that I don’t need zombies in my life. I looked for support from my other shoulder, but I got nothing in return. But then that little devil appeared on my shoulder (you know the one), and he encouraged me to go on, read it. I can resist, I tell myself as sweat beads bubble on my forehead. And on my desk, my desk!, not anyone else’s, I see a copy of ZOMBIE HAIKU looking at me with its rolled-back eyes and greasy flesh-eating mouth. Then, out of nowhere, I hear about ZOMBIE HAIKU. But unlike most of my friends, I was over the whole zombie domination thing. I thought Z was a heck of a premise, and still go back every once in a while to read a few chapters. I read PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND ZOMBIES and WORLD WAR Z and loved them both. Yes, I do love me a good zombie flick, but they started to appear everywhere: books and mash-ups and movies and music, heck I would not be surprised if McDonald’s had a special Happy Meal that came with a blunt instrument for the little ones at home so they could begin practicing their defense skills.
UPDATE: I ADDED A STAR TO MY REVIEW BECAUSE THE AUTHOR LIKED IT! THANK YOU, RYAN.įor the past five years or so, I have been fighting the zombie urge.
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