Clones! Zombies! Men who can accurately interpret subtle changes to facial expressions but somehow don’t notice flirting! (Ugh.) Sex! Motorcycles! Epileptic tea-cup bulldogs! Evil scientists! Mad scientists! All this and more can be yours with Mira Grant’s second installment to the Newsflesh trilogy. Now that she’s brought in clones, I’m expecting book three to have zombie clones in it. I’ll be sure to let you know. The big bad conspiracy is back, bigger and badder than before, and it’s showing no signs of slowing down. Just when you think you understand the way the zombie-making virus operates, Grant comes up with a creative twist that makes it even more terrifying. All those years she spent watching horror movies obviously paid off.
Personally, I found this book a little more troubling than the last one. More emphasis on the emotional fallout of unexpected deaths, rendered believably by realistic characters. Violence is exercised in a different capacity in Deadline, beyond the typical zombie interactions. It crops up unexpectedly in the beginning, as one of the male characters struggles to manage his grief. It’s a little cliche, but it also suits his personality as the guy-who-pokes-dead-things-for-fun-and-profit. And it’s not the only way he grieves, so I’m willing to let a stereotype or two slide. Because at this point there’s no way I’m not reading the third book.