The Chronicles of Amanda Feral, Celebrity Ghoul
The Chronicles of Amanda Feral, Celebrity Ghoul — (2008-2014) Publisher: Seattle. One minute you’re drinking a vanilla breve, the next, some creepy old dude is breathing on you, turning you into a zombie. And that’s just for starters. Now, the recently deceased Amanda Feral is trying to make her way through Seattle’s undead scene with style (mortuary-grade makeup, six-inch stilettos, Balenciaga handbag on sale) while satisfying her craving for human flesh (Don’t judge. And no, not like chicken.) and decent vodkatinis. Making her way through a dangerous world of cloud-doped bloodsuckers, reapers, horny and horned devils, werewolves, celebrities, and PR-obsessed shapeshifters — not to mention an extremely hot bartender named Ricardo — isn’t easy. And the minute one of Amanda’s undead friends disappears after texting the word, “help” (The undead — so dramatic!) she knows the afterlife is about to get really ugly. Something sinister is at hand. Someone or something is hellbent on turning Seattle’s undead underworld into a place of true terror. And this time, Amanda may meet a fate a lot worse than death…
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Happy Hour of the Damned by Mark Henry
How to review a book that is unquestionably excellent at what it's trying to do, but which I didn't finish? Happy Hour of the Damned is, in short, shallow, disgusting, infuriating, and damned good at it.
Happy Hour stars Amanda Feral, a fashion-obsessed zombie. Zombies, in Mark Henry's world, can stay well-preserved forever as long as they eat a steady diet of human flesh. There's only one other thing zombies can consume without getting violently ill: booze. The story follows Amanda through an unlife of trendy clubs and cannibalism. Every outfit, every bit of interior decoration, and every putrid bodily excretion is described in excruciating detail. Henry's heroine is far from sympathetic (superficial, selfish, racist), but he does a great job with her, never breaking character. E... Read More
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