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Type of bind: Paperback
Dewey Decimal Number: 813.6
EAN num: 9780758225221
ISBN number: 0758225229
Label: Kensington
Manufacturer: Kensington
Quantity: 1
Page Count: 288
Printing Date: March 01, 2008
Publishing house: Kensington
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Seattle. One minute you're drinking a vanilla breve, the next, some creepy old dude is breathing on you, turning you into a zombie. And that's just for starters. Now, the recently deceased Amanda Feral is trying to make her way through Seattle's undead scene with style (mortuary-grade makeup, six-inch stilettos, Balenciaga handbag on sale) while satisfying her craving for human flesh (Don't judge. And no, not like chicken.) and decent vodkatinis.
Making her way through a dangerous world of cloud-doped bloodsuckers, reapers, horny and horned devils, werewolves, celebrities, and PR-obsessed shapeshifters--not to mention an extremely hot bartender named Ricardo--isn't easy. And the minute one of Amanda's undead friends disappears after texting the word, 'help' (The undead--so dramatic!) she knows the afterlife is about to get really ugly.
Something sinister is at hand. Someone or something is hellbent on turning Seattle's undead underworld into a place of true terror. And this time, Amanda may meet a fate a lot worse than death...
Advance praise for Mark Henry and Happy Hour of the Damned!
'Sexy, funny and twisted. You've never read anything like this!' --Richelle Mead, author of Succubus On Top 'Dark, twisted and completely hilari
ous. I loved this book!' --Michelle Rowen, author of Lady & The Vamp
'Call them the splatterati - werewolves who always know what to wear, zombies with bodies to die for, and vampires who know their fang shui - just don't call them late when it comes to happy hour, or the drinks might be on you.' --David Sosnowski, author of Vamped
'Happy Hour of the Damned - is it a comedy? An urban fantasy? A whodunit? Who cares! Mark Henry's written such a clever and engaging story that fans of any genre will totally adore it. Amanda Feral is the freshest, funniest character to come out of fiction since Bridget Jones and my only regret is she's not real and we can't go out for drinks. (Because, really? Zombies are the new black.) In short? I loved this book!' --Jen Lancaster, author of Bitter Is The New Black
'Happy Hour of the Damned blends the hilarious narcissism of Seinfeld with Night of the Living Dead. Who knew skincare-obsessed zombies were so much fun? I couldn't read this book fast enough.' --Jeaniene Frost, New York Times bestselling author of Halfway to the Grave
'More brisk, batty, raunchy, and catty than a room full of cougars with a margarita machine. Happy Hour of the Damned is funny as hell.' --Cherie Priest, author of Not Flesh Nor Feathers
'Gruesome, ghoulish and utterly groundbreaking. Mark Henry is daring and scathingly funny.' --Jackie Kessler, author of The Road To Hell
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Happy Hour of the Damned is the very first Amanda Feral book, the story of debutant Amanda Feral's journey from the living large to the realm of celebrity ghoul extraordinaire. Now I'll be bluntly honest here, even though I like the author, I don't LIKE Amanda Feral. I really don't think anyone is supposed to. I'm not sure if I want to call that a strength of the book or a weakness. It's definitely a draws, because Amanda is unrepentently bitchy and never really swerves from her course though you can see some of how she got there. There's a Sex in the City type vibe to the whole thing. Amanda is definitely an anti-hero archetype but after a second read she's growing on me, and she does change through the book and pick up some depth by the end.
The writing is fun and I like the addition of footnotes sporadically through the book as we get an extra glimpse into Amanda's mind.
I'm looking forward to seeing where Amanda goes next...as long as she's well fed...
~J
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How to review a book that is unquestionably excellent at what it's trying to do, but which I didn't finish? _Happy Hour of the Damned_ is, in short, shallow, disgusting, infuriating, and damned good at it.
_Happy Hour_ stars Amanda Feral, a fashion-obsessed zombie. Zombies, in Mark Henry's world, can stay well-preserved forever as long as they eat a steady diet of human flesh. There's only one other thing zombies can consume without getting violently ill: booze. The story follows Amanda through an unlife of trendy clubs and cannibalism. Every outfit, every bit of interior decoration, and every putrid bodily excretion is described in excruciating detail. Henry's heroine is far from sympathetic (superficial, selfish, racist), but he does a great job with her, never breaking character. Even her habit of making herself sick on purpose by eating regular food is in character. (Amanda had an eating disorder in life.)
It's all played for campy laughs, though the response it elicited from me was less "ha ha" and more "He did not just go THERE, did he? Oh, yes, he did." Imagine the most label-conscious chick lit novel combined with urban fantasy, add heaps of gross-out toilet humor, and you've got Happy Hour.
I actually stuck with _Happy Hour_ longer than I thought I would. I kept resolving to put it down, only to read on to the subsequent chapter to see what envelope Henry would push next. What finally stopped me was actually a pacing issue. Chapters 1-3 take place in the present, then chapters 4-11 are a flashback to the past, in which Amanda remembers her death and her acclimation to zombie-hood. When the novel jolted abruptly back to the present after eight chapters of flashback, I realized two things: one, I'd forgotten all about the present-day plot, and two, I was more interested in "Amanda gets used to being a zombie" than I was in the present-day plot. On the heels of those two realizations, it occurred to me that if I didn't really care about the main plot of the book, maybe it was time to put it down. I think Henry might have done better by stretching Amanda's "initiation" out into a novel of its own, then making the other plot its sequel, or maybe by interspersing present with past more evenly.
If you haven't made up your mind whether to endeavor _Happy Hour of the Damned_, try this on for size, keeping in mind that this is one of the LESS explicit "potty" moments:
"My biggest problem was another puddle, a orange one. I could smell the musty tartness before I felt or saw. I was sitting in it. I must have been really out of it, to relieve myself in silk Versace. At the very least, I was thankful that I'd already voided the donut binge--four cups of coffee helped--and other than my pride, nothing else seemed to be broken, not even a heel."
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Amanda Feral lives in Seattle, flaunting the Carrie Bradshaw haute couture lifestyle, except very much meaner and bitchier. One day some creepy old guy breathes on her, and she wakes up as a zombie. She spends much of the rest of the book trading mortuary makeup tips with her new compadres (like that movie "Death Becomes Her"), oozing in and out of bars frequented by habitues of her new world, etc., etc.
I liked the premise and looked forward to reading this book. I liked the idea of footnotes. I gave it the old college try. But eventually I had to come to grips with not remembering or caring what was happening in the storyline in between reading sessions. I'm not a zombie fan, but the very gory scenes that center on feeding time didn't bother me. The problems were a story that didn't flow or even make much sense, cardboard characters, and well - it just wasn't funny. Funny is subjective, of course, and if others were amused, then I'm glad. For myself, I rarely put a book aside unfinished, but I just couldn't finish this one.
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Generally I adore funny dead characters aka Maryjanice Davidson, but this book didn't do it for me. It reads very much like Bridget Jones diary, in which superficiality rules the character's mentality and more time is spent on wardrobe and social interaction than on plot. I returned Bridget Jones diary unread and as it turns out, the same thing happened here. I couldn't finish it. So a warning - it's well written and mildly amusing, but if you can't reconcile the whole ravening undead thing with the Paris Hilton vapidity, it's not for you.
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There's a lot of flaws in this book, but for all of them -- a flashback that would have worked better if it had been broken up into segments and paced throughout the book, more expletives than was really necessary, a mystery plot that gets itself lost -- the characters are a riot! Amanda Feral, the foul-mouthed fashionista turned ghoul debutante, makes me, by turns, want to blow her empty little ghoul head off with a "boom-stick", and laugh out loud at her quips.
This is definately urban fantasy chick lit, or a playful satire of chick lit. Jim Butcher's "Dresden Files" it isn't, so come prepared for a froofy plot with a lot of naughty innuendo, ghoulish grey comedy and gleeful gruesomeness. The world-building is what really saves this book: who'd 've thunk sexy zombies might lurk in our midst, clubbing crazy-themed clubs with their fellow preternaturals?
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