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.