TBR reviewer: Shyla
zombie apocalypse every happened he’s the man you’d want on your team.
He takes them down in to one of his many compounds to keep them alive, and it’s
like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. The trip just gets stranger and stranger with each chapter. Zombies who dance to disco, best friends who burst out into spontaneous song, labs and betrayal, my head spins just thinking about it.
You only have to take a look at my profile to know I’m a zombie lover. I’m also a
horror movie connoisseur (yes those exist). So I was excited about the prospect of reading The Z Word. From the first page I felt like I was in a vintage horror movie. Normally coming from me, that's a compliment. But in this case, I couldn’t connect with this plot. The characters weren’t fully developed, and there was too much back story left out for me to truly be invested. Suffice to say at some points in this story I was rooting for the zombies.
There was a strange disjointed feeling about The Z Word that made want to finish. I will say Bella Street is quite inventive. Zombies that respond to disco music and time travel in correlation to the apocalypse aren’t plots I’ve come across before. Her description has a way of sticking with you, and she wields pop culture like a sword.
I just wish she had spent more time in developing the characters and defining the story line.
Sighing inwardly, Seffy Carter realized the question went both ways.With
regards to Verity, it might mean the blond interloper wasgetting her claws into
Gareth after all. Which begged the largerquestion: what have I done to turn
She tried to focus on the newcomer who'd upset the balance of hercarefully
proportioned existence. Verity's white blond hair glowedunder the tanning room
track lighting. Her dark blue eyes seemed todivine secrets even Seffy wouldn't
admit to herself. The woman wasbeautiful—thinner, tanner, blonder—and, well,
Seffy's beauty wasa sham at best.
“Are you listening to me, Sef? This doesn't have to be awkward.”
Seffy nodded reluctantly, wishing Verity had found a differenttanning salon,
a different hair stylist...a different guy. And itwasn't just Gareth who'd
apparently hopped on the Verity train.Seffy's besties, Lani and Addison, also
thought Verity was all thatand a damn bag of chips.
What's she got that I haven't? Wait, don't answer that.
Verity shifted her feet, knocking over her can of Diet Rockstar.Seffy watched
the liquid travel toward the outlet where the tanningbed was plugged in, trying
to make sense of the panic burgeoningwithin her. There was something about the
new girl that wasn'tright—something almost threatening in her manner. Seffy
played withthe J on the zipper pull of her pink Juicy Couture hoodie, annoyed
byher melodramatic thoughts. God, it's like I'm still in highschool. I have got
to get a handle on this. Besides, I need toget my head straight if I'm going to
nail my audition in the morning.The thought of that appointment made her stomach
Verity tilted her head, her blue eyes emphatic. “And we can behonest,
Yeah, if I were honest I'd tell her off. “Um, sure.”
“The thing is, Gareth prefers a whole woman.”
Seffy felt her mouth open. What the hell?
The interloper opened her blue eyes wide, as if stating the obvious.
Verity is whole? What does that make me?
“I'm sure you knew that already, Sef, so c'mon.” She poked herwith a
French-manicured finger. “It's not like it's the end of theworld.”
Seffy pulled so hard on the J it snapped in her hand. She stared atthe pink
crystal encrusted charm, still stunned by the blonde'swords. Not the end of the
world? Gareth doesn't think I'm whole?
Suddenly a flash of white light eclipsed Verity from sight. BeforeSeffy could
react, a tremendous force hurtled her backwards, followedby a terrifying
weightlessness which could only end badly. Seffy'shead swam as she sailed
through the atmosphere. The velocity of herdescent increased and ground whooshed up to meet her. She threw outher hands to break her fall. Crunching her eyes closed, she let out akeening cuss word. The ground came closer still.