) as well as b-books because I love this genre so much.

HECK I am a person who likes watching bad movies (as in Uwe Boll. I even like bad ones, the ones that do not take themselves to seriously that is. I grabbed it because a friend shared the link because they know I read anything with zombies. I LOVE this genre, I read anything I can in it. Again a great cover but nothing close to a WOW or even a meh. A somewhat interesting concept with nothing to back up other than some speculation and. It presented nothing special to be added to the zombie genre. Apparently people have not read good zombie books because this is not one of them. I wanted, hoped that all the reviews I read were true. Perhaps it was because I wanted to get to the great part everyone found which caused them to rate so high. This was a fast read and I am still shocked it was over 200 pages since I read it so fast. This is one book I judged by the cover, and the reviews and I regret it, totally regret it! I also learned a lesson, read on. I bothered to write this review for a reason. I am not trying to be mean, but I do not get how wonderful this supposedly is!? Mind boggling. Anything more would be to much love unfair and dishonest of me and how I felt. It is getting a one star because of a somewhat interesting concept (slow burn) and the clever title. I am wallowing between a one and two star and the only reason it is getting two ON AMAZON on is because of the cover, here on GOODREADS a two means I thought it was OK, it is not OK to me, I did not like it, so GR is a harder rating curve. I read some of the reviews and really was expecting this to be something fantastic and new. No real character development took place so I never grew attached enough to care. I don't care if there is a second book or what happens to ANY of these characters. Nothing special and utterly disappointing Because the only thing I knew for sure, was that I wanted to be anywhere but there. I’ve been asked by a dozen bosses where I see myself in five years, and I've lied every time, always telling them what they wanted to hear. My daydreams forever call from just over the horizon. I’ve always had a hard time being where I am, wherever that is. I've ridden my bike so deep into the mountains it felt like I was alone on the edge of heaven, and I've watched the red sun sinking on an evening so clear it looked like it was falling off the edge of the world. Thankfully, doctors, EMT’s, and nurses were kind enough to put all the pieces together again. I’ve been brushed too close by death a few times. I’ve tried beer and weed, but never made a thing of either one. I’ve traveled to India, stood atop the tallest mountains around, swam with sharks, smarted-off to cops, and been arrested. Life has been boring at times, and it’s been plenty exciting, too. I’ve worked my way through a wide variety of jobs, left most on a whim, owned businesses, lived through times when I had more money than I knew what to do with, and worried my way through times when I wondered how I’d pay the rent. I was born an Air Force brat and lived in a dozen states before I graduated high school. On the WHAT I can say about me, for those who feel moved by my work: I’ll give it a quick go. We like to feel connected.Īnd that was my answer, at least as to the WHY. Again, why? Who the hell knows? We’re all just people. Through the years, I found myself reading about writers I’d enjoyed, historical figures I’d admired, politicians who weren’t dipshits, and business leaders who’d built great companies.

It made me want to know them through more than just their music. Why? Because those musicians had created something that was deeply personal, passionate, and wonderfully emotional, and they’d shared it with the world. As with most teens, music’s power seduced me, and as I listened, I found myself admiring the albums' cover art (yeah, I’m old enough that I used to by LP’s) and I found myself reading about the singers and guitar players and drummers in the liner notes. When I think about these questions, I recall lying on my bed back in high school, headphones muffed over my ears, heavy metal blasting through my head. Why would anybody want to know anything about me? What about me is remarkable enough to tell? Just trying to imagine presenting the highlights of ME sets off alarm bells in my head.

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