I've Been Deader

Being a zombie is no picnic and it's one hell of a handicap in the romance department when you fall in love with a 'breather': Aleta is a breather with short blonde hair and brown eyes - two of them! - and the whitest smile Fred has ever seen. Every day at a certain time she sits at her window, and every day he stands in the rubble across the street among a crowd of zombies waiting to break through the fence and eat her. 'You are beautiful, like an angel', he thinks, but all he can moan is, “Braaaiiinss." Still, as zombies go, Fred's quite a catch. Underneath all the gangrene and rot, Fred is different. This girl will probably turn out to be yet another dead end, an infatuation, someone whose image he cannot get out of his mind and whose taste he cannot get out of his mouth, but the heart wants what the heart wants. For breathers, it is always only a matter of time, however beautiful they are and whatever the government is assuring people. Which makes Fred sad because he has a beautiful 11 year old son called Timmy, and Timmy may still be alive.ReviewWhat I liked most about this novel was the construction. Rounded, stand-alone chapters that read almost as pieces of flash-fiction are very appropriate for the growing market of modern readers who expect content to be bite-sizedHarper CollinsOne of the best writers on Authonomy -- which is a great writing resource for budding authors -- is Splinker the sock puppet, also known as Adam Sifre. He's one of the wittiest writers I've read, but he has serious writing skills also..."  T. Cross  tedacross.blogspot.com/20120301_archive.htmlOne of the best writers on Authonomy -- which is a great writing resource for budding authors -- is Splinker the sock puppet, also known as Adam Sifre. He's one of the wittiest writers I've read, but he has serious writing skills also.   -Ted Cross  tedacross.blogspot.com/2012/03/ive-been-deader.html From the Inside FlapBeing undead never felt more alive. Fred's just an ordinary zombie until one day he learns a trick.The undead had a good run at the beginning, but once the breathers get organized, it's only a matter of time before zombies go the way of pet rocks and sea monkeys. They need a hero. They need Fred. Fred is a natural dead leader with a flair for poetry and a fierce love for his son, Timmy. Unfortunately, as far as the undead are concerned, the only good Timmy is a dead Timmy. Things look grim for the undead until Fred flies into a rage trying to make popcorn and discovers he has a talent for controlling zombies. Now the undead are organized and, like the unions, in a position to destroy America. Is there no one who can stop them? More importantly, do we want them to?