There are quite a few P-C. It's been a growing trend in the last eighteen months or so.
Huh! I had no idea.
YOU'RE SO UNDEAD TO ME (which has a sequel)
That title sounds familiar, and I like it, but I didn't realize it was a zombie romance.
GENERATION DEAD (also has a sequel).
Yeah, my friend mentions that one.
The point of mine is, bringing your boyfriend back from the dead is *not* a good idea, so we're talking more Buffy/"Becoming" than a Twilight-esque (creepy) happily ever after.
Yeah, because your take on it is the first I read, I couldn't even imagine that someone would have attempted a zombie romance. Since...it's not a good idea.
Although there was that one movie,
My Boyfriend's Back.
I never saw it, though.
The point of mine is, bringing your boyfriend back from the dead is *not* a good idea, so we're talking more Buffy/"Becoming" than a Twilight-esque (creepy) happily ever after.
That sounds like a really good take.
So one should go with skeletons or liches to get ahead of the curve?
Mummies.
Having read Generation Dead and You're So Undead To Me, I wasn't overly impressed with either of them. Generation Dead is clever, but the writing didn't grab me. And You're So Undead To Me was ... eh? Run-of-the-mill paranormal YA?
Whereas I'm VERY VERY EXCITED to read Amy's book. Because the bits I've read so far are fantastic.
Eh, removed because seriously, no need to dwell.
Jilli made me blush.
It's true! I can't wait to read the entire thing!
I could maybe see a "falls in love with a zombie" thing, but it would--in my head--have to be social commentary on boyfriend/girlfriend as accessory/pet rather than actual wholly-realized other person
Emily Michaels was the first to have a zombie boyfriend. After that, all the cool kids, and the kids who wanted to be cool, each made the trek to the mall, where the zombies gathered. It all worked out, though, because as the demand rose, so did the supply. Not all of them came back alive. Girls who wouldn't have gotten the time of day from the varsity team? Just go get gnawed on, and he's all yours. Or, really, you're all his.
insent erika
I thought it was a good piece.
Yesterday's topic, but...
costume
Slide up the thigh-highs, make sure the lines in the back are straight. Fasten the garters, adjust the belt. Smooth and tug the front of the corset, make sure all the hooks are fastened. Step into heeled slippers, slide on the sheer robe.
Check myself in the mirror. Every hair in its place, every stitch straight and proper. Perfect.
I know just what he'll say. I'll walk into the bedroom and smile, cock a hip and splay my fingers over my belly. "Baby, you look so beautiful," he'll breathe.
I don't know how he knows. He's never really seen me.
