>Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: Dawn of the Dreadfuls

>As you may know from a previous post (Hunt for Zombies), I requested a copy of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: Dawn of the Dreadfuls by Steve Hockensmith, to review. When the copy arrived, I was so excited about it, I started reading it right away!


I was drawn in from the very first page. Mr. Bennet and I share the same feeling when it comes to funerals: revulsion. It’s my belief that funerals bring out the worst in people. Take Mrs. Bennet for instance. She was commenting on the quality of the casket and busy making sure her eldest daughter, Jane was displaying herself properly. Never know when one might meet a prospective husband. Then of course there is Mr. Ford, the guest of honor at the funeral, who didn’t even have the social grace to stay put in his casket. When Mr. Ford started thrashing around, the whole congregation went berserk, mostly Mrs. Bennet.

Then things get interesting. Mr. Bennet tells Elizabeth and Mary to follow him towards the zombie. This is the girls’ first exposure to the undead and they ultimately fail to put it out of commission. Mr. Bennet, trained in the deadly arts, quickly dispatches the zombie and realizes that he must train his girls in the deadly arts as well. They need to be trained not only for their own protection, but also to repair a vow he had broken to a secret league of warriors he used to belong to.

Throughout the story, the girls learn all sorts of fighting moves and how to use various weapons, much to the displeasure of Mrs. Bennet. Not only are the girls fighting zombies, they are also becoming social outcasts. They have to deal with stares and whispers from their neighbors and even get uninvited to a ball. This doesn’t seem to bother the girls very much as they have realized what is most important.

One of my favorite lines from the book is when Elizabeth is debating with herself if she should follow her father towards the undead Mr. Ford. “And then a third voice chimed in, one Elizabeth didn’t even recognize at first, so well trained were proper young ladies in ignoring it. The voice of Self.”

I think this is a great “girl-power” story where zombies are metaphors for anything that would traditionally be considered a man’s job. Personally, I wouldn’t want the job of dispatching zombies, but I do enjoy my freedom to have that choice. The Bennet girls had to break out of the mold society and their own mother made for them.

This was an excellent story and I enjoyed reading it. The story line flowed quite nicely from one event to another. Witty, exciting and liberating would be how I would describe it.

Here are a few more of my favorite lines from this book:

“A battle cry shatters the shackles of good manners and gentility”

“Ladylike be damned!”

and last but not least…

“You’re all so quick to point out what you can’t do. The time has come to learn what you can.”

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