I thought Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion might be an interesting read, because it offered a different perspective on the zombie apocalypse. It turns out that the zombie perspective isn’t all that interesting.
This book is the zombie apocalypse through the eyes of a zombie. “R”, as he calls himself because he can’t remember his pre-zombie name, lives in an abandoned airport with a lot of other zombies. He spends his days riding the airport automated walkway, eating humans, and listening to records in the airplane he has made into his home. One day he goes out to feed, and he sees a pretty girl that he feels like he has to save rather than eat. So he takes her back to his airplane home. Meanwhile, after eating his new captive’s boyfriend’s brain, he starts having trips through the boyfriend’s memories, and then R himself starts to develop more human-like qualities. Zombie boy falls in love with human girl, etc., etc.
I had a really hard time getting into this book. One of the major problems that I had with the book was that R is telling his story about how simple zombies are, that they don’t have complex thoughts, they have simple interactions with each other, they don’t remember their human pasts or human ways, and they basically just move around pointlessly like you would think a zombie would. But when R is supposedly explaining how simple he is, he’s doing it with pretty complex and thoughtful thoughts. I know this is a ridiculous issue to have with the book, and I don’t know why it bothered me so much. It’s not like the first couple of chapters could be all grunts and incomplete sentences. Who would read that? But if you’re going to have a zombie tell me in first person how simple he is, it’s kind of hard to get on board when his thoughts aren’t all that simple.
I also just really didn’t find the story that intriguing either. I was on a long flight recently, and the movie was one of the in-flight movie offerings. I watched about 15 minutes of the movie, which appeared to be a comedy. I did not realize that the book was a comedy. Maybe I would have appreciated it more if I had known it was supposed to be funny? I don’t know. It just didn’t click with me.