From the very first moment I saw it, I knew it was love. A gory, vomit stained, prejudice filled love. (Hey, no one ever said love is perfect.) As per usual, I didn’t pick it up until two and a half years later as the previews for the movie were just starting to pop up. It sat sadly on my bookshelf and guilt piled up in my stomach. Unable to take it any longer, I returned it to the library, a tear in my eye. It wasn’t until I watched the movie that I finally gave it a go.
But, before I could go about reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, I dove straight into its prequel, Dawn of the Dreadfuls!
Without giving too much away, Dawn of the Dreadfuls by Steve Hockensmith was a wonderful prequel that made me very anxious to read the next book in the series. Even though there was a love triangle (and a love triangle of a most modern YA sense), I was satisfied with both the lurking distrust for both love interests from Elizabeth and the outcome of the romance subplot that I was hardly bothered by it. As for the story itself, I immediately took to the concept of a young ninja Elizabeth. Without as much of the focus on she or Jane to be married, I felt as if there was room for a different kind of character development.
I would have no problem rating it a solid four out of five stars.
Now, let me introduce the star of this post: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.”
Because it weighs most heavily on my mind, I shall start with Darcy and Wickham. Darcy himself is pretty much the same as he was in the original. Arrogant, distrusting, and an all around git who makes a surprising yet not incompletely unforeseen change three-fourths of the way through the book. Wickham also does a 180 but in the opposite direction. There’s also a satisfying plot development in store for his character that wasn’t included in the original book. I was extremely pleased with Wickham’s fate. Both boys have earned a place in my heart as one of the most swoon-worthy and one of the most charmingly cruel characters I’ve read of.
Next are the Bingleys, Bennets, and Darcys. Mr. Bingley was wonderful as usual, and he and Jane were perfectly adorable. Miss Bingley was… well, I’d prefer not to say lest this post becomes less child-friendly. Mary, Kitty, Lydia, and Georgina Darcy were as close as they could be to their original versions. Mrs. Bennet was even more so. There was a different side of Mr. Bennet shown that put a bad taste in my mouth, and the same goes for Lady Catherine, only to a greater extent.
As for the overall story, I must say, I was satisfied. Yes, many of the fight scenes were a tad bit underwhelming. Actually, a good portion of the time they left me wanting more. But, in retrospect, it makes sense that it went the way it did. If the battles had been more intense, characters would’ve died and thrown the book’s atmosphere off.
All in all, I enjoyed it. Would I read it again? Probably. Would I recommend it to even the purist of Jane Austen fans? Yes. Like its prequel, I have no difficultly giving it a four out of five stars.