This is the second book in the White Trash Zombie series with Angel, who was turned into a zombie by Marcus, a sheriff’s deputy, in order to save her from death. Angel works at the coroner’s office where she has a nice supply of brains. Their friend Ed, who tried to kill them because they were zombies, is on the run after decapitating three or so zombies.
Her and Marcus jumped into a relationship and now Angel feels the need to end it because he treats her like a child and wants to make decisions for her. His family and friends look down on her for being a high school dropout, though in accordance to her probation, she is studying for the GED.
When she returns with two bodies to the morgue, someone comes to the door and puts a gun to her face and demands that she give him one of the dead bodies. She complies, but later an article in the paper brings up her past and indicates that she lost the body. The coroner puts her on non-paid leave, which means no more brains.
There’s a super secret lab working on making brains and growing back the zombies from their heads alone. This lab is looking for a live zombie now in order to create more zombies and use the fake brains to feed them.
This book has it all: mystery, espionage, thrills, horror, humor, and a dash of romance. It is better than the first book, which was an incredibly funny mystery. Rowland has created a whole new world with zombies and humans and humans who want to be zombies. It will take all of Angel’s smart ass instincts and common sense to solve this complex puzzle.
Quotes
Hello my name is Angel, and I’ll be your zombie today.
Diana Rowland (Even White Trash Zombies Get the Blues p 3)
Screw that. Life’s too short to be with someone for the wrong reasons.
Diana Rowland (Even White Trash Zombies Get the Blues p 142)
Rebels? Seriously? A rebel alliance of zombies?
Diana Rowland (Even White Trash Zombies Get the Blues p 182)
Zombie Super Powers, activate, you fucking bitches.
Diana Rowland (Even White Trash Zombies Get the Blues p 280)
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