I’m struggling to figure out how to satisfy my reading needs these days. I go for weeks relying on the library, then I buy a couple of paperbacks, then a few e-books for my Kindle, and back and forth I go. I think that’s a good thing because each avenue leads me to different kinds of books.
With my Kindle, I struggle to pay “full price” for e-books. What amazes me is that there are traditionally published books where the e-book costs more than the paperback. Lots of them. I just find that stunning and exhibit A of what is fundamentally wrong with the publishing world these days. As a result of that struggle, I decided to start looking in the bargain bin in the Kindle Store and see what’s there. This was prompted in part by Carrie Rubin offering up a couple of recent novels she read and enjoyed. One of which was, although traditionally published, was in the $2.99 for the e-book range. I read it. It wasn’t classic literature. But it was a page-turner. So, I went back to the bargain bin for seconds.
Somewhere in the Kindle Deals section I came across Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion. The blurb seemed interesting. It was decently reviewed and it was only a couple of bucks. So, I bought it and started reading it yesterday. And by the end of the first paragraph, I was disgusted. Here is the final sentence of that first paragraph:
My friend M says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can’t smile, because your lips have rotted off.
A zombie novel? Seriously? I did not sign up for zombies. Count me as somebody who has completely avoided the whole zombie craze. As I read and boiled at the introduction of a zombie as the narrator, I was convinced that the Amazon blurb for this book made no mention of zombies. It didn’t. I insist it didn’t. I would have never bought the damn thing if it had. I have absolutely no interest in zombies. And even less in zombie love stories.
So, yeah, 24 hours later I read the final pages of Warm Bodies. The e-book ends with a sample of Isaac Marion’s next book, The New Hunger, a prequel to Warm Bodies. I thought about it. I thought about writing this post. I thought some more. I was going to slam the powers that be that would write a book blurb that leaves out that key ingredient to the story.
Then I started thinking about the story and that there was another book about the two main characters … how they got to where they were when Warm Bodies picked up … and I started to get intrigued by the idea. There was something about Warm Bodies that just got its hooks in me, zombies and all. I wanted more about these characters, as unrealistic and farfetched as the whole story was. I wanted more.
So, I went to Amazon and checked out Book #2. It’s only available in paperback. From third party sellers. This for a “follow-up” prequel to a novel that was apparently made into a movie and is published by Vintage. No e-book. No availability through Amazon.
Here’s the kicker. I checked the blurb out again to confirm its content before I went off here about the foul practices of the publishing industry. And there it is in the second sentence of the blurb:
R is having a no-life crisis — he is a zombie.
I absolutely guarantee that sentence wasn’t there when I looked at this book to buy a couple of days. What happened?
What happened is that I read a story that started with annoyance and frustration and turned into something I wanted more of. And, oddly enough, it aint there.
Now I don’t know what to do.