Just finished this one. Because you’re still reading it:
An interesting take on the zombie apocalypse. Some small fraction of the zombies (all children) retain human intellectual capacities, while still manifesting the hunger for human flesh. The book focuses specifically on one 10 year old girl named Melanie by the humans who are studying her.
I really enjoyed the first 1/3 of the book, but unfortunately things go a bit downhill after that. The plot more or less degenerates into the classic “group of oddly assorted misfits with their own agendas have to make a hazardous journey through zombie-infested territory, but really, they’re their own worst enemies.” Still well-written, but it wasn’t covering a territory we haven’t seen before.
I also wasn’t too enthralled with the ending, which was essentially “I Am Legend” with zombies. It seemed like the waste of a good premise; it would have been more interesting to see if humans and human/zombie hybrids could have managed to get society back up and kicking again.
Side quibble: As usual in zombie mythology, the causal agent, in this case a fungus, seems to have made a impressive jump in evolution – the zombies, particularly the hybrids, are fast, durable, and are super-efficient users of protein without the need to excrete. Seems like quite the leap from simply influencing ants.
I also just finished reading “Star Island” by Carl Hiaasen. Not his best work – he brings the usual gang of crooks, sleazy opportunists, grotesques, and befuddled innocent bystanders, but it doesn’t come together, possibly because he forgot to also bring the plot and the suspense.
The concept, such as it is, is that Ann DeLusia is a double for a celebrity singer whenever the singer is too wasted to be seen in public. This impersonation leads to what should be merry hijinks, but it all falls sort of flat. Part of the problem is that the heroine never really seems to be in much peril; in fact, her reaction to being kidnapped (at least twice) is to make caustic comments and go along with the flow. You never get convinced that she’s worried or more than slightly inconvenienced by all the shenanigans going on around her. According to the other characters in the novel, Ann is likeable and spunky, but it doesn’t really come through – she’s more of an emotional cipher. Apparently it’s hard to combine flippant and suspenseful.
Hiaassen also brings back a couple of characters from previous books, his recurring sort-of environmental hero Skink, and the somewhat loathsome Chemo from Skin Tight. Problem is, Skink is totally incidental to the plot – things probably would have gone much the same without him. Chemo’s role is a bit more amusing – he may be a stone cold killer and a mortgage broker, but when it comes to dealing celebrity stardom, there are things even he can’t stomach.
As I said, plotwise, the book doesn’t cut it. The plot threads twist and wind but never come together in any sort of satisfying way, finally petering out in an anticlimax. Sure, a few bad guys get whacked off stage but really not much happens except that a bunch of amoral sleazebags screw each other over in mildly amusing and ironic ways.
Biggest problem: Hiaassen’s strength is writing about Florida’s decay, moral and ecological. Celebrity culture, and celebrity trainwrecks in particular, are too easy a target.
Side quibble: Digital cameras don’t have motor drives, and puking on a memory card won’t destroy it – it will just make it yucky. People have pulled cameras out of rivers and gotten useful data off the memory cards.