It was a fun romp in the grass until the cows started attacking, the sheep started rending, cats and dogs began to show their true colors, and the blood started flowing. Gushing, really. When the rats started pouring out of the gutters like waves of the ocean and consuming every shred of flesh they touched, that's when the mayhem REALLY began!
And just think, all of this was just the backdrop for a simple Scrabble game where the vegetarian and the carnivore battled it out spelling words related to their philosophical views on eating. At least until the board was flipped over and tiles got stuck to her.... I don't want to spoil it for you!
It is British humour, however, so if that's not your sort of thing, then you won't find it as funny. If you're not a 16 year-old boy (well, any male over the age of 16 is 16 at heart!) then some of the 16 year-old boy jokes might not be funny, either, but humor is a relative thing. Especially in THIS book of who is related to whom.
While zombie literature is not usually my genre of choice because it can be mindless gore (pun intended), this book is both amusing and thoughtful enough to be worth the read. Full of teenage angst, unwitting heroes and heroines, it adds serious undertones questioning where our society's culture is leading us. Logan's vision of the future of bio-weapons is a wake-up call: Don't be a zombie. Become aware what your government is doing. And cow tipping is a bad idea, especially if their eyes glow red.