After spending most of this weekend slogging through another 4% in Les Miserables (I swear that I’m actually enjoying it, just sort of the way you’d enjoy doing “laps” in one of those infinity pools), I decided to take a breather last night and knock out a book I’ve been meaning to investigate since trailers for its movie adaptation starting popping up on my radar—Isaac Marion’s Warm Bodies.
As the movie previews suggest, Warm Bodies has a simple premise: Zombie “R” spends his days meandering around an airport with his fellow undead—including best friend “M”—but during a routine search for food he stumbles across Julie, a human who we later discover just so happens to be the daughter of the military general in charge of preserving whatever semblance of humanity is left. R doesn’t fall in love with Julie so much as feel something, which, when you’re dead, is enough to provoke a bit of curiosity. Over the course of the novel, R and Julie become friends, and through said friendship (plus all to-be-expected romancing) R finds himself becoming more and more human, a development that not only spells good things for the prospect of Julie not committing necrophilia, but also for the fate of those millions upon millions of other zombies in this post-apocalyptic world. After all, if one can start feeling again, couldn’t they all?
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