There's something wrong about this book. There's no denying
the idea's a little sick, but then every Zombie story ever written is a little sick. Nor
is there much denying that the book struggles to have a plot, but that never stopped the
original from being a classic. So what's screamingly, horribly wrong can only be that
somebody dared put the two together -- and that's the exact reason I had to read it, and
probably why I kind of enjoyed it too -- but I wouldn't rave. Yes, there are moments of
brilliance, but there are also moments of drear drudgery. Whole sections where a stray
Zombie or two -- just to put one or two of the characters out of their misery (and
consequently out of our own) would have been heaven-sent. Whatever point Jane Austen may
have been trying to prove about how shallow it is to be only interested in men and
fripperies, did she have to make it so well that even the zombies Seth Grahame-Smith
injected into the script seemed more full of character than the majority of the heroine's
family?
So is it worth reading? Yes, in the end, why not? It is a bit of culture -- with the
added bonus that the character you dislike the most may yet succumb to those dreadful
zombies.
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