This is the least stupid zombie book you will read this year, and considering what else is out there right now, that's a serious compliment. It's no wonder Warm Bodies has managed to rise above the rest of the world's zombie novels. Its hype is well deserved.
It felt so great to read something pulpy and fun, and so distinctly of the moment, but with actual, beautiful, very well-articulated thought running through it. I held out for several weeks (the Stephanie Meyer cover endorsement was like an ominous Do Not Enter sign) but from the first page I was hooked on the story of R and Julie, the zombies who know them, and how their positive collective consciousness begins to change the world.