Welcome to Bookish Blatherings, a Bad Bird Reads feature where I ramble about bookish or bloggerish things and hopefully you will join in on the discussion.
I have been thinking about zombies lately. I don’t know why, but I LOVE zombies. I watch The Walking Dead, Z Nation, and iZombie. I have read soooo many zombie books. I don’t think I ever hated a zombie book because even if the story sucks, I still have my ZOMBIES. So I was sitting here, thinking, “Why the hell do I love zombies so much?” And then it came to me.
Out of all supernatural creatures you are the most fucked if you encounter a zombie. I mean, you are donzies! Think about it. Vamps can bite you but it doesn’t necessarily mean you are going to be turned into a vamp or that the vamp will kill you. You can have nice vamps. Wereanimals are still feeling people, so they might not turn you into an animal or eat you. You have a chance to survive that encounter because, again, nice wereanimals. Same with fairies, shapeshifters, the list goes on.
With zombies, there is no going back. You are bit, your are scratched, you are a dead mofo. No going back. You can’t reason with a zombie and you won’t meet a nice zombie (Yeah, yeah, let’s pretend Warm Bodies doesn’t exist for a second). Fighting a zombie is life or death. Plain and simple. I love that. So simple. No loopholes. That finality is so scary, and I love the rush that it gives me. That’s why I love zombies.
PS: Only in zombie books am I okay with main characters and love interests dying. It’s kind of expected.