At work, I was browsing through some random books that are available for us to order. It just so happens that I stumbled on what may turn out to be a couple of little gems. The first is this:
My Life as A White Trash Zombie? Honestly, now, how could I not want this? Oh wait, there’s more! A sequel:
These have to be absolutely amazing and terrible. There’s something to be said for entertainment that’s delightfully bad. I love that kind of stuff the same way I love the anime Fushigi Yuugi. FY is tacky, silly, and melodramatic, but oh-so-hilariously so. While I’m not dying for these books the way I’m dying for Let’s Pretend This Never Happened: (A Mostly True Memoir), which I think must legitimately be good, I still want them. I’ll bet they’re better than a brain smoothie. Maybe I shouldn’t get them, though, since I have so many zombie nightmares. Hm.
What about you? Are these appealing to you at all?