"...wickedly delightful world..."
In round two of Mark Henry's fabulous tale of zombies,
vampires, and assorted other undead folk, we catch up with
celebrity zombie extraordinaire, Amanda Feral. Having just
learned that Mommy Dearest is finally on her death
bed, Amanda's feelings alternate between ignoring her
completely or rushing over there and helping her reach her
final resting place just a little bit quicker.
Unfortunately for her, one of her b/f/f/l, Gil, has decided
to open up his own "vamping" business and in doing so has
now got one seriously unhappy client in millionaire strip
club owner and all around bad guy Richard Markham -- aka
Beaver King. (In Markham's defense, I'd probably not be
too happy either if I just paid out a million bucks to get
turned vamp only to dig myself out of my grave and have
some psychotic ghost relieve himself all over me. But
that's neither here nor there.) Amanda and her ghouly gang
of undead decide what they need is to lay low for a while
until Markham cools down and that can only mean one thing --
What ensues is pure mayhem as two zombies, a
vamp, and a ghost embark on a journey in what starts off as
a way to keep Gil alive, but ends up as a quest to
find out who, or what, is killing off their acquaintances
they meet along the way.
What can I possibly say about Road Trip of the Living
Dead? I loved it. As much as I enjoyed Happy Hour
of the Damned, I find myself falling more and more into
this wickedly delightful world that the author has
Mr. Henry does an outstanding job with this follow-up to
his debut novel. I particularly enjoyed getting more
insight in Amanda's early life -- no matter how scary that
might sound. To find that she actually has true
feelings...well, I mean, wow...Who knew? It's
delight to meet up with "friends" you enjoy reading about
and Road Trip of the Living Dead is no exception.
A word of warning: this book won't be for everyone. It's
crude, lewd, and down-right gross at times. However, if
you are one with a dark, twisted, sense of humor (like
yours truly), this book will probably be right up your
alley. If suggestive and offensive language isn't your
thing, then I would suggest you probably skip it.
Reviewed by Mippy Carlson
Posted December 27, 2008
Buckle up on the highway to hell...
Celebrity party girl Amanda Feral is back from the dead, and hungrier than ever for a good time. With her zombie gal pal Wendy and vampy gay sidekick Gil, this stone cold fox is dressed to kill, on the prowl, and ready to take a big juicy bite out of Seattle’s supernatural nightlife. But what’s a zombie chick to do when her “Mommie Dearest” gets sick? If you’re Amanda Feral, you can either ignore the wicked old witch—or bury the past by visiting Ethel before she kicks it. Amanda’s not thrilled about the idea of crossing three states just to be criticized. But Wendy, who’s always looking for fresh meat, is up for the adventure. And Gil, who just launched his “luxury” resurrection business, needs to disappear because a pissed-off client is out for his blood.
First, they pack their stiletto pumps and plasma into a skeevy rattrap on wheels that used to be a Winnebago. Then, with a little help from a Korean-ghost hood ornament, a masochist named Fishhook, and a slew of “moderately accurate” psychics, they hit the highway—their way. Of course, they’ll have to navigate past some neo-Nazi skinheads, a horny dust devil, a hunky werewolf cop (who could pass for an underwear model) and an unsightly horde of Kmart shoppers. But for this glamorous gang of ghouls this trip is about to take a dangerous detour that could give road kill a brand new meaning…