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?