I serendipitously read this while on a work trip to Seattle. Which was perfect. Because this book is so terribly, wonderfully, almost over-the-toppedly INSISTENTLY Seattle. The level of importance it feels for itself reflects the very nature of the Seattle I grew up in and have complicated relationships (multiple) with.

Anyway, the best way I can think of to describe this extremely enjoyable eyeroll of a book is “the love child of Terry Pratchett, Sean of the Dead and Watership Down.” It’s goofy, stars a cast of animals you’ll either love or hate, and has a healthy dose of smashing things and zombie apocalypse gore.

To give an example, the protagonist is a Crow named Shit Turd (S.T. For short) who rides around on his former MoFo’s (human) best friend Dennis, a bloodhound who represents the hopelessly domesticated animal world. He must do this in order to save the world from the MoFos who are now zombies due to...I don’t want to give it away. The explanation is too good.

Sound weird? It is. Try it if you’re looking for a complete pace change from those #bookerprizelonglist bores. (I half joke, but god, some of them...)

Did I mention this book is set in Seattle?

Thanks to #NetGalley and GrandCentralPublishing for the advanced reader copy.