Marie's Reviews > The Forest of Hands and Teeth

So I was absolutely not thrilled with this book. Let me be clear. The idea was beautiful. Zombies battering a fence that protects what appears to be the very last of humanity. A secretive government controlling everything. A verboten area. VERBOTEN I tell you. And eventually the zombies get in, because they’re mindless killing machines, and logically everyone dies, and the few people who survive have to go into the forbidden area. Are they really the last survivors of humanity?

Mary doesn’t care. Mary doesn’t give a shit. Mary just wants to see the goddamn ocean, and doesn’t care who dies on her batshit insane quest. Her love? Her betrothed? Her brother? Her sister in law? Her best friend? Her dog? The child that they saved? Who cares? They’re just there for plot and angst.

This book is like a study into watching someone devolve into madness, and not because she lost everyone in her village to zombies. Maybe it was because she lost her mom to zombies, who knows? But Mary isn’t quite sane, and only cares about getting to some mythical ocean that just has to be right next to the forest, coincidently just beyond the last gate.

What I wanted from this book was more about the Sisterhood. More about Gabrielle. More about the path. About the other villages. Not this craziness.