Oh this book is great. Zombie novel-y enough to keep a buffoon like me entertained, but smart enough to make me feel smug reading it on the subway. In other words, this book is like:- Donuts accompanied by 18 year old Glenfiddich
- Watching an amusing and, yet, incredibly moving and poignant Pixar movie. So, all of them, except Cars & Cars 2 (the headlights should be the eyes! The headlights!)
- Spending all afternoon reading Star magazines at the nail salon while getting a super classy French manicure
- Taking B.S. college classes like Pop Culture Studies where the homework is watching The Simpsons.
4 out of 5 metaphors showing us that WE ARE THE ZOMBIES omg my liiiiiiiiife!

