Zone One, you’re killing me.

Thanks to the random and unpredictable nature of library holds, there's a feast-or-famine aspect to my stack of to-read books. If a half-dozen of them get dumped into my lap at once — all with the same due date — some difficult choices must be made. Fortunately/unfortunately, Colson Whitehead's Zone One is making the decision easier for me, with his "thinking man's zombie novel" that clearly proves I am not a thinking man. Sample sentence: "The youngest [zombie] wore its hair in a style popularized by a sitcom that took as its subject three roommates of seemingly immiscible temperaments and [...]