Author: Susanne Winnacker
Series: (The Other Life #1)
Published: February 1st 2012 by Usborne
 

I have not yet made a complete appease with the zombies. I still feel iffy about them but thank goodness this is not a Dearly Departed case; where the living, rotting corpse is the love interest. But comparing them to normal (if they can be considered ‘normal’) zombies is a farce. Weepers are scary creatures…and not just aesthetically. But why is that I’m not afraid?

“The Weepers behave like beasts, but they are intelligent. Very intelligent, and that makes them dangerous,” Joshua explained.

This is not a good reading week for me. With zombies and post apocalyptic led me to believe I was venturing to a shocking story of survival. With weepers which were described as savage, mutant killers. Beast. Intelligent. Dangerous. A terrifying story—that is what I was expecting. But it was not. It wasn’t for me. The supposed scary parts weren’t scary. The survival lacks the eagerness and genuineness. Even the romance was something I can’t root. Joshua is a nice guy. And he ain’t a zombie. I’m relieved. I’m pleased. It’s good great news. But there’s something missing that left me unimpressed. Sherry, at times I felt sorry for her, scared for her, but there were times that made me roll me eyes. Sherry and Joshua have chemistry but it fails to deliver convincingly that said chemistry on the page. I was tad skeptical how their relationship had quickly (and thinly) developed. But they’re ok. It was ok.

The pace, that I was a bit uncertain. Sometimes I feel there’s nothing much happening. Then there were times that something happened and I realized it too late. Maybe I was inattentive, my fault. But it was difficult to concentrate on a thing that lost your attention already. Yes, I was bored but I’m hopeful that there’s something more, more to offer than counting down the days since Sherry did this…did that.

And then they mentioned the other side of the fence.

See, there’s more. I’m glad that I push through, ignoring that small voice to discard it completely. I might pick the sequel. I too want to know what’s beyond the fence.

3 years, 1 month, 1 week and 6 days since I’d seen daylight. One-fifth of my life.
1,139 days since I’d heard the chatter of my friends, since I’d seen the sky.
27,336 hours since I’d smelled freshly cut grass, or eaten a popsicle.
98,409,600 seconds since I’d felt sun on my skin.

I’m not so fond of this countdown. Too many numbers. Redundant. How does she keep track? If she’s doing this to keep her sane then good luck, because just reading it make me lose mine. This thing reads dramatic, artsy and irrelevant to the point of the story…or maybe that’s just me. Sorry. :/