Silly Gone Wild

When I enter Jane Austen’s world even her undead world, I imagine decorum, order, social etiquette. Not a bunch of silly characters scampering about the countryside Monty Python style. Now, I will admit that I am a book snob. I expect my Austen characters to behave like Austen characters—refined, and not SILLY.


Perhaps, this is why I adored Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. My expectations were satisfied. Now, we shan’t mention the horrid “book that must not be named” a.k.a Dawn of the Dreadfuls, so my expectations for Dreadfully Ever After were non-existent. After our very own Veronica shared her opinions of the book, I was hopeful.


Well, until I met Bunny.


Now, when Veronica mentioned Bunny, I thought Bunny was a female. So, imagine the shock when I discover Bunny isn’t a girl, but a silly, dim-witted dandy. It was at this moment that I simply couldn’t endure the silliness anymore.


Really? A male character named Bunny, did the Victorian baby naming book run out of acceptable male names? That one must resort to animals? I suppose we can’t expect much from someone who created Limbs to wheel about Captain Cannon.


Sadly, I wanted to enjoy this book. I wanted a well-written extension of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, but this book didn’t do it for me. I chose to fold white socks over reading it.


Question: How did you react to the trilogy? Love it? Hate it? Blah?


Photo courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons and Mr. Polyonmous

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