Edward Grey is a medical student by day, necromancer by night. He lives alone with the first zombie he ever raised, his childhood cat, Boo. Edward’s life is simple: studying medicine, training his necromantic powers with his mentor, Mariel, and having weekly dinners with his parents. When he finds a very attractive corpse in a park and brings it home to reanimate, he creates a sassy, free-willed zombie who believes Edward is the one who murdered him.Todd's rating:
With no memory of his former life, Edward names the zombie Kit and tries to win his trust. Kit slowly adjusts to his new un-life with Edward’s help, though he’s still suspicious of Edward’s role in his death and is convinced that Edward is hiding his former identity. Edward is very attracted to Kit, but understands why Kit doesn’t trust him. As they become closer to one another, Kit turns to Edward for comfort and love. The fragile trust they’ve built together will be tested when Kit unexpectedly regains his memory and seeks revenge on his murderers.
Okay, after a recent string of zombie-related reads, I think I've finally gotten it out of my system.
This book was not your typical zombie tale, in that zombies are generally mindless flesh-eating machines and our undead hero this time around loved shopping WAY more than brains.
The story begins as Edward, an early-20's medical student, is walking by a park across the street from his house and happens upon the lifeless body of an extremely attractive young man. A young man covered in his own blood after being beaten to death.
Edward is also a necromancer and something about the young man touches Edward, inspiring him to drag the body home and work his magic to bring him back to life.
Kit, as Edward names him, after being reanimated, is not your typical lumbering, brain-dead lump of hot man-flesh. He immediately surprises Edward when Kit can speak and he begins to question what happened to him and how he got there. And, of course, who he was.
This book honestly felt more like Kit was an amnesia victim, instead of someone with a terminal case of the undeads. That was actually pretty refreshing and surprisingly entertaining.
Even in un-death, Kit is a fun, talkative and sassy label whore, who loves nothing more than 'retail therapy' to buy clothes or home furnishings. It was pretty funny, actually.
With a serious case of the slow burns, with only Edward ever really seeming to have any interest in being anything more than roommates, I was beginning to doubt if the book would really go there relationship-wise.
But as Edward and Kit got to know one another better, they did eventually get together, although I have to say they weren't the usual cuddly, lovey-dovey type that really cause my heart to beat when reading about them doing nothing more than doing the dishes together. That part felt a bit lacking to me, to be honest.
Then in a surprising turn of events, Kit recognizes one of his killers while out at a club with Edward and all kinds of "Holy shit, there is the murderous rage that I'd expected from a zombie" breaks loose.
This brings all of Kit's memories back to him in a bloody flood and he wants justice. And vengeance. But Edward can't abide that, so that was the main conflict in the story that tore them apart for a time.
But the boys did work things out and get their HEA, which I did enjoy how the situation was resolved.
** PET PEEVE RANT 2015:
Okay, I'm probably going to piss a bunch of my fellow female readers off here, but this question really has been bugging the shit out of me lately.-----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Why does nearly EVERY book out there these days, no matter if it features collegiate guys, big nelly hair bear daddies, BDSM dom/sub types, YA *kids* barely out of high school or, in this case, a necromancer and a zombie, HAVE to go all proposal and gay wedding???
Yes, gay marriage is 'a thing' now. It's magical and amazing and well over-due. I get it, really I do.
Just like Beyonce's "Single Ladies", after you hear it (or in my case read it) for the buh-fucking-jillionth time, it gets kind of annoying and played the hell out.
The topic is kind of "death by chocolate" for me. I love, love, LOVE me some chocolate, but if I were forced to eat it at the end of EVERY meal, welllllllllll, you see what I mean, right?
Rant complete. As you were. : )
3.25 *entertaining-but-didn't-curl-my-toes* stars this time around.
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