I am kick starting my blog off with a review of a young adult book I read recently, Bad Blood by Nicky Peacock. This is the first book in a series, so far Evernight Teen Publishing has published three books in this series and I will review all of them.
Loving the book cover; I’m assuming the female on the front is Brit, she looks hardcore and that’s just how she comes across in the story. The cover has an eerie feel to it portraying what you can expect; the zombie apocalypse wouldn’t have an uplifting feel to it now would it?
Britannia (previously known as Brianna) is a 450 year old vampire living in London. Brit is a product of Nicholas’s desire for love, passion and companionship; he created her to be his forever partner on their eternal journey as vampires. Unfortunately for Nicholas his selfish need rebounded and instead of everlasting love he got a strong-powerful-ass-kicking female vampire who hates his guts. To be fair, what self-respecting female wouldn’t hate Nicholas’s guts for turning her into a blood sucking monster against her will, right?
Bad blood is the gruesome and hilarious story of two vampire enemies, although Nicholas still holds dreams of being Brit’s one and only, who are faced with a zombie apocalypse. Because zombie blood is Bad Blood it means vampires can’t drink it; Brit, Nicholas and Phillipe are given the task, by the elder vampires (they sound freaky right? If Brits 450 years old how old are they!?!), to collect as many non-infected humans and bring them to a safe haven in the Scottish highlands.
Brit’s attitude towards human life is quite nonchalant to begin with; although she has tasted human blood before she doesn’t tend to hunt innocent humans and enjoys being a thorn in Nicholas’s side by feeding on and killing all his vampire creations; if she has to live a lonely forever as a vampire she’s making sure that Nicholas has the same fate and to be quite honest I want to high five her for that attitude! Girl power and all that. Though as the story develops Brit starts to develop more of a connection towards the humans and part of her heart she wasn’t aware of grows.
The first part of the story follows Brit, who adopts her neighbour’s dog Satan, fighting and killing many zombies armed with her trusty two scythes, collecting survivors and bringing them to the Dead Hare pub (great name for a pub right?). Here they meet with the survivors Nicholas has collected and make their way north to the safe haven. The group includes: Brit, Nicholas, Tracey (one of Brit’s Neighbours) and her two young children who suss out what Brit is on meeting her, not that they are frightened by her they are more awed they know a vampire (personally I’d be freaked out, unless it was Edward Cullen or Damien & Stephen Salvator of course), two soldiers Greens and Rollins and a terminally ill boy Danny.
The rest of the story is about their journey northwards and the problems they have to overcome as a group. One problem including Brit’s mental dilemma having to work with Nicholas rather than against him, while I understand Brit’s hatred of Nicholas I can’t help liking him and the way he handles Brit’s venom; I must admit I was routing for the two to forget their differences, work it out and get together, by the end of the book.
Brit’s thought processes throughout the story are a laugh out loud comedy, many moments and one liners had me sniggering into my coffee; Brit is a character I can relate with, after you get over the blood lust that is.
The fast pace movement of the story keeps you wanting more; what else can happen to this bizarre group on their journey to safety? A couple of twists made me shout out ‘No way! I was not expecting that!’ and of course with any great series the story ends with a cliff hanger…can’t wait for the next book.
I’m rating it 5 out 5.
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Excerpt from Bad Blood:
We ran to the hospital. On the way, we encountered hardly anyone, alive or dead. Where were they all? When we arrived at the hospital car park, I understood. Zombies were pack animals. A massive crowd of them were crammed in and around the main building like they were waiting for a concert to start, all barely paying attention to their surroundings and seemingly swaying against the force of gravity. The other thing was the smell. When watching horror films filled with shuffling zombies, the horror came from their ghastly looks—the reminder that death has a tight grip on us all, well, most of us. But what the filmmakers should focus on—if they could—was the acidic rank odor zombies gave off. They had been dead barely twenty-four hours. It took a normal human body at least thirty-six hours to really start to smell, and that was with a vampire’s heightened senses. These guys smelled like they’d been out in the sun for three weeks covered in rubbish and besieged by wily maggots. They were mostly intact, though. Maybe this hospital had been Zombie Ground Zero. Most had turned so quickly their comrades hadn’t had time to feed.
“Maybe we should try a less populated target.” Nicholas twitched his nose and turned away from me to dry retch.
“Maybe you should grow a pair.”
“Maybe you should act like a lady.” He now had his hands on his hips, squaring up for yet another argument.
“Acting like a lady isn’t going to help now, is it? What do you want me to do? Drop my handkerchief in front of the zombies and watch them fight one another to scoop it up for me? Moron!”
“Always to the ‘nth degree with you, isn’t it?”
“Shut up. Look, the doors are holding, and they’re outside, not inside, which means there must be some people left in there alive to have barricaded this place so tight.”
“Or maybe there are just more zombies in there.”
“Well, there’s definitely a blood bank in there, and that’ll help matters no end!”
Nicholas looked thoughtful then nodded. He of course didn’t want to actually say aloud that I’d had a good idea. “So, how do we get past them?”
I assumed it was a rhetorical question, so I started down to the car park entrance, where most of the zombies were mobbing. I opened the outer door as quietly as possible.
“Ladies first,” Nicholas whispered in my ear.
“I thought we’d agreed I wasn’t a lady.” And with that, I shoved him as hard as I could into the throbbing throng of zombies.