Feed (Newflesh #1) by Mira Grant

I once read a Mira Grant book called Into the Drowning Deep and I talked about it incessantly for weeks and weeks. It was so great and even now I sort of want to read it again. So when I was in Seattle and the friend I was staying with, Jason, had Feed by Mira Grant on his table, I got very excited and immediately ordered it from my library. He was excited to talk about it, but I have to admit I didn't want any spoilers, so I didn't ask any questions.

YOU GUYS!! Do you want to know what this book is about? If you don't want to know, stop reading now.

It's about bloggers in the zombie apocalypse!! Bloggers! Zombies!

Can you even think of a book that would appeal to me more?

Okay, well, this book was amazing. Yes, it's almost 600 pages long, but it reads like it's 200. Mira Grant writes in such a compelling way and I did the staying up way too late to read just one more chapter thing. 

We have a brother and sister pair who were born after the Rising. They have only known a life with zombies. They blog and are chosen to follow an up and coming presidential nominee. What's going to happen on the campaign trail?  I think you know that it's going to be hijinks. Another excellent thing to recommend this book is that Grant does not veer off into romantic storylines. There's no sex, no thinking about sex, and remarkably little mention of romantic relationships. That is PERFECT in a zombie book, as far as I'm concerned. 

I think everybody knows where this is going. 5/5 stars

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Lines of note:

Fear justifies everything. Fear makes it okay to have surrendered freedom after freedom, until our every move is tracked and recorded in a dozen databases the average man will never have access to. Fear creates, defines, and shapes our world, and without it, most of us would have no idea what to do with ourselves. (page 428)

This book was written in 2010 and you can sort of feel the backlash to the PATRIOT Act in it, can't you? 

Someday, we'd be cardboard boxes at the back of somebody's closet, and there wasn't a thing we could do about it. (page 493)

Ugh. Maybe this just hit me because of my mom's recent death, but it was like a kick to the solar plexus. 

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