It’s about living life to the fullest and feeling everything you can and not being afraid. I don’t want to say it’s about self actualization, because who even knows what that means outside of a Meg Ryan movie. It also happens to be something I deeply, deeply believe in. The metaphor that the zombies stand for is not deeply hidden in WARM BODIES, and it’s equal parts lesson and warning. Did I mention metaphor? Well, let me do it again. Somewhere in the core of his zombie brain, there’s a bit of R left, and watching that struggle against the delightfully metaphorical zombiesm is just. It’s not glorified or toned down, but R makes the book different because he’s different. What really makes this book not feel like a zombie book is that it’s told from R’s point of view - and he’s a zombie. But I will tell you this: it doesn’t feel like a zombie book.Ģ. I’m not going to tell you this isn’t a zombie book, because it is - there is brain eating and arms falling off and shotguns and gray matter and OMG WHAT ARE WE GOING TO EAT FOR DINNER - YOU!? and all the traditional zombie nihilism. I have a pretty strict disinterest in zombies that I break only for Carrie Ryan’s books. It had glowing reviews from Stephanie Meyer, so I figured it couldn’t be that gross, and a glowing quote from Audrey Niffeneggar, so I figured it had to be well-written. In the spirit of honesty, I had this book as an advanced review copy for literally months before I picked it up.
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