I think I may need to build an alter to Seth Grahame-Smith. Nothing short of zombies could ever have compelled me to read (let alone enjoy) Jane Austen. Turns out a little blood and gore is exactly what regency romance needs.
My cubbie-mate, who is a Jane Austen fan is reading the book now, so we'll have to wait to see what someone who liked it before the zombies thinks.
Best part: Zombies mistaking cauliflower for spare brains left lying around.
