Well, phooey. I really enjoyed My Life as a White Trash Zombie and I was quite hopeful that I would enjoy the second book in the series just as much. Alas and alack, it was not to be apparently.
(I do wonder if some of my appreciation for the first book was due to reading it on the deck of a cruise ship with an umbrella drink...or two...in hand. Guess we'll never know since I wasn't able to read book number two in quite as idyllic of a location.)
I made it about 85% through Even White Trash Zombies Get the Blues before I lost interest. It just got to be too much. Zombie politics? Zombie mafia? I just want a story about a girl and her brains.
Don't think I'll continue reading the series...but I do think I will continue to check out the cover art as the books come out. Because it's pretty genius