She won't rest until she's sent every walking corpse back to its grave.
Forever.
Had anyone told Alice Bell that her entire life would change course between
one heartbeat and the next, she would have laughed. From blissful to tragic,
innocent to ruined? Please. But that's all it took. One heartbeat. A blink, a
breath, a second, and everything she knew and loved was gone.
Her father was right. The monsters are real.
To avenge her family, Ali must learn to fight the undead. To survive, she
must learn to trust the baddest of the bad boys, Cole Holland. But Cole has
secrets of his own, and if Ali isn't careful, those secrets might just prove to
be more dangerous than the zombies.Songs
- Love Makes Me- Hunter Hayes
- All You Ever- Hunter Hayes
- Radioactive- Imagine Dragons
The Review
4 Stars
I loved the characters and the storyline but the romance was scarce. Yes there was some romance but not enough. Alice and Cole are obviously made for each other I just wish Cole wouldn't of strung Alice along for so long. He wasn't doing it to be mean it's just he gave a lot of mixed signals. And for a girl mixed signals make you want to throw a chair at a wall. Am I right? Yes I am! No arguing. The book honestly didn't have anything to do with Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll except for the appearance of a white fluffy rabbit cloud in the sky. That made me a little disappointed. And to tell you the truth I am kinda, maybe, sorta getting sick of the whole Zombie craze. I love zombie books and everything but in moderation. Obviously Zombies are the theme for this book hence the title. But Ms. Showalter did such a good job of telling the tale that I didn't actually care all that much, that the book was about zombies.
Excerpt
"She was
such a happy child, wasn't she?" said someone at my side. A woman I
couldn't quite place but knew I'd seen before was peering at the smallest
casket, tears streaming down her red cheeks. "We're going to miss her. I
remember this one time..."
On and on she
talked. I stood there, suddenly unable to breathe. I opened my mouth to tell
her to shut up, but the words wouldn't form. I tried to walk away, but my feet were rooted in
place, as if someone had poured concrete over my shoes.
“And then there was the time, in class, when
she helped…”
A loud ringing sprouted in my ears and I couldn’t
make out the individual words. Didn’t matter. I knew who she was talking about,
and if she didn’t get out of my face, I was going to lose it. Already I was
spiraling into an abyss, screaming silently.
“…and the other girls utterly adored her…”
Argh! Spiraling… spiraling out of control…
I deserved this, I reminded myself. This was part of my “worse.” My words,
my insistence, had killed my family, had put them in those boxes. Had I done
anything differently, a single detail, they would still be alive. But I hadn’t,
and so here I was. There they were.
“…her talent, her spirit, were rare and
glorious and I…”
The abyss threw me one way, then the other,
cutting me up bit by bit, destroying me. The
woman had to shut up. She just had to. Shut. Up. My heart felt pinned against
my ribs, warping the beat, and if she didn’t shut up I would die. I knew I would
die.
“…used to tell me she wanted to be just like
you when she grew up. She admired you so much….”
Shut up, shut
up, shut up! But she kept talking and kept telling me all about
my…sister….
…about Emma…
…Emma…gone…my lily…gone…
I’d promised to keep her safe. I’d failed.
A scream ripped through my throat, followed
right on the heels of another and another. I lost track of everything around
me, clutched my ears to stop from hearing the utter horror in my voice, and
fell to my knees.
No, not just to my knees. I fell down, down,
down, the abyss, a never-ending pit of despair, still screaming, screaming. Consumed
by grief, flooded by sorrow.
Hands patted at me, but I didn’t calm. I screamed
so loud and so long my voice eventually broke. I gagged and chocked, tears
pouring down my cheeks, pooling around me, a lake of misery. I cried so hard my
entire body shook and my eyes swelled shut. I couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to breathe
anymore. Dying would have been a relief.
I don’t know what happened after that. For the
second time in my life, I lost consciousness. Maybe I would never wake….
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