As many of you know from my post here, where Jane Austen felt my wrath, Pride and Prejudice
made me want to run naked through a forest of broken glass, and then dive into a pool of salt water. Pain, I thought, might be what I needed to purge the damage that Lizzy and her dim witted sisters had done to my psyche. wasn't my favorite book.
Well, the other day I was wondering through the rough streets of Victoria (yeah, they can get rough), and I was accosted by a shirtless hobo who called himself Madrid. Amidst Madrid’s nonsensical ramblings, I noticed a copy of Pride & Prejudice & Zombies tucked into his shopping cart. I gestured, and through a drunken rant he explained that the zombie version of Austen’s book could make right all the harm caused by the non-zombie version.
With such a promise, how could I refuse?
, after a brief struggle with what turned out to be a surprisingly fit hobo, I had the book. I asked politely to borrow his copy and he obliged.
Indeed this is the way Pride and Prejudice was meant to be enjoyed. How Jane Austen missed the fact that brain-eating zombies were needed to make her book a true masterpiece is beyond me.
If you’re a fan of gore, and zombies who occasionally (or often) consume people’s brains, and if you have a
massively twisted bit of a twisted sense of humor, this book is for you!
*Disclaimer: The events mentioned in the above book review, may, or may not, have happened exactly as they were described. Madrid, the shirtless hobo, might be a character in one of the books I'm writing, and there may, or may not, be such a thing as a forest made of glass. This is the blog of a professional liar, after all!*