With all due respect to Mr. Browne, I simply couldn’t finish this book. After the first fifty pages, I knew it was a lost cause, but out of professional courtesy, I tried to press on. I trudged through half of it and simply had to call it quits.
Breathers, a story about zombies trying find their place in a world that is bigoted towards them, touts itself as both humorous and touching. I found it neither.
Browne delivers what I consider lazy writing that often contradicts itself. He also goes back to the well so many times with certain phrases and “jokes” that I literally began to groan each time I came across them. For example, Browne overused the phrase “If you’ve never blah, blah, blah, then you probably wouldn’t understand.” This was funny the first time, but after I read it at least five more times in less than half the book, it became an unfortunate distraction.
I chose this book because it declared that if I liked Max Brooks and his zombie books, then I’d enjoy Breathers. Brooks is a careful, articulate, thoughtful writer, and Breathers displays none of these attributes.
I do not recommend Breathers for even the most devout of zombie fans.