Pride & Prejudice & Zombies & Me
It’s no secret that I’m a big fan of zombies. Whether it’s books, video games, or movies, I dig the undead (pun intended). So when I heard of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, I thought it would be awesome. Granted, I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice, nor have I ever had any interest in doing so, but any book is bound to be better with zombies. It has to be.
Except this wasn’t. I’m about a third of the way through the book now and I’m not going to lie. It’s going to be a struggle to get through those last two thirds. I don’t think it’s the zombies though. I think it’s Jane Austen. I just don’t care about the story. I don’t give a shit about how Mr. Darcy isn’t a gentleman or what is proper in ye olde England. Give me the zombies! The only mention of the undead is on occasion. You have to sift through several paragraphs before one is brought up and then it’s just a passing reference like “Elizabeth entered the ball after dispatching with some unmentionables outside. Now to dance or talk about dancing or something else equally boring.”
I know that Pride and Prejudice is supposed to be some classic piece of literature, but if that’s the case then it is one boring piece of literature. My outlook of the book so far makes me less likely to give Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters a read through because odds are it will be just as snore-inducing with the occasional mention of a Kraken or something.