Monster Planet

I've been reading Monster Planet, a novel that can be read online; it is the third book in a trilogy of post-apocalyptic zombie horror novels penned by fine, upstanding citizen author David Wellington. I am here to say most definitely, and without any doubt, that it fucking rocks. I highly suggest that one check it out if one is so inclined. I'm not really a fan of horror-ish literature, but I appreciate the zombie aesthetic, so to say, and the apocalypse is a favorite time of the year for me as well.

I would venture so far as to call the series intelligent zombie horror, but that would imply I have had some sort of exposure to zombie horror novels which fell on the stupid side of the scale as a basis for comparison, which I have not. That isn't to say poorly written zombie books don't exist, merely that I haven't read any. The series isn't some deep philosophical exploration of the nature of thought and existence (with zombies) or anything, but it does lovingly depict giant zombie-skeleton-spider bone creatures with deadly swinging bladed probosces eviscerating things right and left. Who can deny the vicariousness a zombie bone creature can bring to one's life? I, for one, certainly cannot.

The first two books, Monster Island and Monster Planet, are out in actual bound-paper-book form as well, with the third coming (hopefully) soon, if one prefers reading actual words printed on tree pulp instead of words on a monitor.

This has been a Public Service Announcement...with guitar.