I’ve been a fan of Amanda Feral, author Mark Henry’s salacious undead heroine, since 2008′s Happy Hour of the Damned. Since then she’s been in two more books, Battle of the Network Zombies (2010) and Road Trip of the Living Dead (2011) and now a fourth ‘book’, well novella, entitled Beach Blanket Bloodbath. Amanda is a zombie who ‘lives’ in Seattle along with were-creatures, vampires, and unsuspecting humans. Amanda is the type of friend that you love to have over, but not to be in public with, in case she talks, because anything she says will be completely inappropriate, albeit funny.
In Beach Blanket Bloodbath, Amanda takes an unscheduled road trip to the ocean beaches of Washington state to track down a drug thief who has hopped on a cruise ship headed for California. Along with Wendy, her best zombie pal, and Gil a gay vampire, they set their sights on Las Felicitas and get caught up in a murder in the small town.
It’s been 3 years since the last Amanda Feral book and I was famished! Henry’s books have always struck the lowest of my senses of humor. When I first played Cards Against Humanity, I thought they’d be like the Amanda novels. Turns out they are waaaaay tamer than what I had expected. Maybe Henry should look into dirtying those up for the more depraved of us.
The Feral books are a mash-up of South Park, Workaholics and The Devil Wears Prada mixed in to a gay friendly atmosphere that just hits me the right way. “Guilty pleasure” doesn’t even cover these. Warped, licentious, perverted pleasure may be closer. It’s been too long Amanda, and even if I have to wait another three years to read about your exploits, I’ll be here hoping that Mark Henry stays the debauched writer I know he can be. You are a sick, sick man Mark, and I love that about you!