Feed (Newsflesh Series #1) [NOOK Book]

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The year was 2014. We had cured cancer. We had beat the common cold. But in doing so we created something new, something terrible that no one could stop. The infection spread, virus blocks taking over bodies and minds with one, unstoppable command: FEED.

Now, twenty years after the Rising, Georgia and Shaun ...
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Overview

*SPECIAL INTRODUCTORY PRICE*

The year was 2014. We had cured cancer. We had beat the common cold. But in doing so we created something new, something terrible that no one could stop. The infection spread, virus blocks taking over bodies and minds with one, unstoppable command: FEED.

Now, twenty years after the Rising, Georgia and Shaun Mason are on the trail of the biggest story of their lives-the dark conspiracy behind the infected. The truth will out, even if it kills them.


FEED is the electrifying and critically acclaimed novel of a world a half-step from our own---a novel of geeks, zombies, politics and social media.
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Mira Grant's Newflesh Trilogy opens in an eerie post-apocalyptic world where zombies, pandemics, bloggers, and White House occupant would-be vie for our attention. Twin web reporters Georgia and Shaun Mason are flattered when a presidential candidate invites them to cover his campaign. Before long though, they are engulfed in a story far more serious and infinitely more dangerous. A mass-market original; a new series to set your sights on.

Publishers Weekly
Urban fantasist Seanan McGuire (Rosemary and Rue) picks up a new pen name for this gripping, thrilling, and brutal depiction of a postapocalyptic 2039. Twin bloggers Georgia and Shaun Mason and their colleague Buffy are thrilled when Sen. Peter Ryman, the first presidential candidate to come of age since social media saved the world from a virus that reanimates the dead, invites them to cover his campaign. Then an event is attacked by zombies, and Ryman's daughter is killed. As the bloggers wield the newfound power of new media, they tangle with the CDC, a scheming vice presidential candidate, and mysterious conspirators who want more than the Oval Office. Shunning misogynistic horror tropes in favor of genuine drama and pure creepiness, McGuire has crafted a masterpiece of suspense with engaging, appealing characters who conduct a soul-shredding examination of what's true and what's reported. (May)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316122467
  • Publisher: Orbit
  • Publication date: 5/1/2010
  • Series: Newsflesh Series , #1
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 26,847
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Mira Grant
Mira Grant lives in California, sleeps with a machete under her bed, and highly suggests you do the same. Mira Grant is the pseudonym of Seanan McGuire -- winner of the 2010 John W. Campbell Award for best new writer. Find out more about the author at www.miragrant.com or follow her on twitter @seananmcguire.
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First Chapter

Feed


By Grant, Mira

Orbit

Copyright © 2010 Grant, Mira
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780316081054

BOOK I

The Rising

You can’t kill the truth.

—GEORGIA MASON

Nothing is impossible to kill. It’s just that sometimes after you kill something, you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving. And that’s really sort of neat when you stop to think about it.

—SHAUN MASON


Everyone has someone on the Wall.

No matter how remote you may think you are from the events that changed the world during the brutal summer of 2014, you have someone on the Wall. Maybe they’re a cousin, maybe they’re an old family friend, or maybe they’re just somebody you saw on TV once, but they’re yours. They belong to you. They died to make sure that you could sit in your safe little house behind your safe little walls, watching the words of one jaded twenty-two-year-old journalist go scrolling across your computer screen. Think about that for a moment. They died for you.

Now take a good look at the life you’re living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?

—From Images May Disturb You, the blog of Georgia Mason, May 16, 2039

One

Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-six years: with an idiot—in this case, my brother Shaun—deciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens. As if we didn’t already know what happens when you mess with a zombie: The zombie turns around and bites you, and you become the thing you poked. This isn’t a surprise. It hasn’t been a surprise for more than twenty years, and if you want to get technical, it wasn’t a surprise then.

When the infected first appeared—heralded by screams that the dead were rising and judgment day was at hand—they behaved just like the horror movies had been telling us for decades that they would behave. The only surprise was that this time, it was really happening.

There was no warning before the outbreaks began. One day, things were normal; the next, people who were supposedly dead were getting up and attacking anything that came into range. This was upsetting for everyone involved, except for the infected, who were past being upset about that sort of thing. The initial shock was followed by running and screaming, which eventually devolved into more infection and attacking, that being the way of things. So what do we have now, in this enlightened age twenty-six years after the Rising? We have idiots prodding zombies with sticks, which brings us full circle to my brother and why he probably won’t live a long and fulfilling life.

“Hey, George, check this out!” he shouted, giving the zombie another poke in the chest with his hockey stick. The zombie gave a low moan, swiping at him ineffectually. It had obviously been in a state of full viral amplification for some time and didn’t have the strength or physical dexterity left to knock the stick out of Shaun’s hands. I’ll give Shaun this much: He knows not to bother the fresh ones at close range. “We’re playing patty-cake!”

“Stop antagonizing the locals and get back on the bike,” I said, glaring from behind my sunglasses. His current buddy might be sick enough to be nearing its second, final death, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a healthier pack roaming the area. Santa Cruz is zombie territory. You don’t go there unless you’re suicidal, stupid, or both. There are times when even I can’t guess which of those options applies to Shaun.

“Can’t talk right now! I’m busy making friends with the locals!”

“Shaun Phillip Mason, you get back on this bike right now, or I swear to God, I am going to drive away and leave you here.”

Shaun looked around, eyes bright with sudden interest as he planted the end of his hockey stick at the center of the zombie’s chest to keep it at a safe distance. “Really? You’d do that for me? Because ‘My Sister Abandoned Me in Zombie Country Without a Vehicle’ would make a great article.”

“A posthumous one, maybe,” I snapped. “Get back on the goddamn bike!”

“In a minute!” he said, laughing, and turned back toward his moaning friend.

In retrospect, that’s when everything started going wrong.

The pack had probably been stalking us since before we hit the city limits, gathering reinforcements from all over the county as they approached. Packs of infected get smarter and more dangerous the larger they become. Groups of four or less are barely a threat unless they can corner you, but a pack of twenty or more stands a good chance of breaching any barrier the uninfected try to put up. You get enough of the infected together and they’ll start displaying pack hunting techniques; they’ll start using actual tactics. It’s like the virus that’s taken them over starts to reason when it gets enough hosts in the same place. It’s scary as hell, and it’s just about the worst nightmare of anyone who regularly goes into zombie territory—getting cornered by a large group that knows the land better than you do.

These zombies knew the land better than we did, and even the most malnourished and virus-ridden pack knows how to lay an ambush. A low moan echoed from all sides, and then they were shambling into the open, some moving with the slow lurch of the long infected, others moving at something close to a run. The runners led the pack, cutting off three of the remaining methods of escape before there was time to do more than stare. I looked at them and shuddered.

Fresh infected—really fresh ones—still look almost like the people that they used to be. Their faces show emotion, and they move with a jerkiness that could just mean they slept wrong the night before. It’s harder to kill something that still looks like a person, and worst of all, the bastards are fast. The only thing more dangerous than a fresh zombie is a pack of them, and I counted at least eighteen before I realized that it didn’t matter, and stopped bothering.

I grabbed my helmet and shoved it on without fastening the strap. If the bike went down, dying because my helmet didn’t stay on would be one of the better options. I’d reanimate, but at least I wouldn’t be aware of it. “Shaun!”

Shaun whipped around, staring at the emerging zombies. “Whoa.”

Unfortunately for Shaun, the addition of that many zombies had turned his buddy from a stupid solo into part of a thinking mob. The zombie grabbed the hockey stick as soon as Shaun’s attention was focused elsewhere, yanking it out of his hands. Shaun staggered forward and the zombie latched onto his cardigan, withered fingers locking down with deceptive strength. It hissed. I screamed, images of my inevitable future as an only child filling my mind.

“Shaun!” One bite and things would get a lot worse. There’s not much worse than being cornered by a pack of zombies in downtown Santa Cruz. Losing Shaun would qualify.

The fact that my brother convinced me to take a dirt bike into zombie territory doesn’t make me an idiot. I was wearing full off-road body armor, including a leather jacket with steel armor joints attached at the elbows and shoulders, a Kevlar vest, motorcycling pants with hip and knee protectors, and calf-high riding boots. It’s bulky as hell, and I don’t care, because once you factor in my gloves, my throat’s the only target I present in the field.

Shaun, on the other hand, is a moron and had gone zombie baiting in nothing more defensive than a cardigan, a Kevlar vest, and cargo pants. He won’t even wear goggles—he says they “spoil the effect.” Unprotected mucous membranes can spoil a hell of a lot more than that, but I practically have to blackmail him to get him into the Kevlar. Goggles are a nonstarter.

There’s one advantage to wearing a sweater in the field, no matter how idiotic I think it is: wool tears. Shaun ripped himself free and turned, running for the motorcycle with great speed, which is really the only effective weapon we have against the infected. Not even the fresh ones can keep up with an uninfected human over a short sprint. We have speed, and we have bullets. Everything else about this fight is in their favor.

“Shit, George, we’ve got company!” There was a perverse mixture of horror and delight in his tone. “Look at ’em all!”

“I’m looking! Now get on!”

I kicked us free as soon as he had his leg over the back of the bike and his arm around my waist. The bike leapt forward, tires bouncing and shuddering across the broken ground as I steered us into a wide curve. We needed to get out of there, or all the protective gear in the world wouldn’t do us a damn bit of good. I might live if the zombies caught up with us, but my brother would be dragged into the mob. I gunned the throttle, praying that God had time to preserve the life of the clinically suicidal.

We hit the last open route out of the square at twenty miles an hour, still gathering speed. Whooping, Shaun locked one arm around my waist and twisted to face the zombies, waving and blowing kisses in their direction. If it were possible to enrage a mob of the infected, he’d have managed it. As it was, they just moaned and kept following, arms extended toward the promise of fresh meat.

The road was pitted from years of weather damage without maintenance. I fought to keep control as we bounced from pothole to pothole. “Hold on, you idiot!”

“I’m holding on!” Shaun called back, seeming happy as a clam and oblivious to the fact that people who don’t follow proper safety procedures around zombies—like not winding up around zombies in the first place—tend to wind up in the obituaries.

“Hold on with both arms!” The moaning was only coming from three sides now, but it didn’t mean anything; a pack this size was almost certainly smart enough to establish an ambush. I could be driving straight to the site of greatest concentration. They’d moan in the end, once we were right on top of them. No zombie can resist a good moan when dinner’s at hand. The fact that I could hear them over the engine meant that there were too many, too close. If we were lucky, it wasn’t already too late to get away.

Of course, if we were lucky, we wouldn’t be getting chased by an army of zombies through the quarantine area that used to be downtown Santa Cruz. We’d be somewhere safer, like Bikini Atoll just before the bomb testing kicked off. Once you decide to ignore the hazard rating and the signs saying Danger: Infection, you’re on your own.

Shaun grudgingly slid his other arm around my waist and linked his hands at the pit of my stomach, shouting, “Spoilsport,” as he settled.

I snorted and hit the gas again, aiming for a nearby hill. When you’re being chased by zombies, hills are either your best friends or your burial ground. The slope slows them down, which is great, unless you hit the peak and find out that you’re surrounded, with nowhere left to run to.

Idiot or not, Shaun knows the rules about zombies and hills. He’s not as dumb as he pretends to be, and he knows more about surviving zombie encounters than I do. His grip on my waist tightened, and for the first time, there was actual concern in his voice as he shouted, “George? What do you think you’re doing?”

“Hold, on,” I said. Then we were rolling up the hill, bringing more zombies stumbling out of their hiding places behind trash cans and in the spaces between the once-elegant beachfront houses that were now settling into a state of neglected decay.

Most of California was reclaimed after the Rising, but no one has ever managed to take back Santa Cruz. The geographical isolation that once made the town so desirable as a vacation spot pretty much damned it when the virus hit. Kellis-Amberlee may be unique in the way it interacts with the human body, but it behaves just like every other communicable disease known to man in at least one way: Put it on a school campus and it spreads like wildfire. U.C. Santa Cruz was a perfect breeding ground, and once all those perky co-eds became the shuffling infected, it was all over but the evacuation notices.

“Georgia, this is a hill!” he said with increasing urgency as the locals lunged toward the speeding bike. He was using my proper name; that was how I could tell he was worried. I’m only “Georgia” when he’s unhappy.

“I got that.” I hunched over to decrease wind resistance a few more precious degrees. Shaun mimicked the motion automatically, hunching down behind me.

“Why are we going up a hill?” he demanded. There was no way he’d be able to hear my answer over the combined roaring of the engine and the wind, but that’s my brother, always willing to question that which won’t talk back.

“Ever wonder how the Wright brothers felt?” I asked. The crest of the hill was in view. From the way the street vanished on the other side, it was probably a pretty steep drop. The moaning was coming from all sides now, so distorted by the wind that I had no real idea what we were driving into. Maybe it was a trap; maybe it wasn’t. Either way, it was too late to find another path. We were committed, and for once, Shaun was the one sweating.

“Georgia!”

“Hold on!” Ten yards. The zombies kept closing, single-minded in their pursuit of what might be the first fresh meat some had seen in years. From the looks of most of them, the zombie problem in Santa Cruz was decaying faster than it was rebuilding itself. Sure, there were plenty of fresh ones—there are always fresh ones because there are always idiots who wander into quarantined zones, either willingly or by mistake, and the average hitchhiker doesn’t get lucky where zombies are concerned—but we’ll take the city back in another three generations. Just not today.

Five yards.

Zombies hunt by moving toward the sound of other zombies hunting. It’s recursive, and that meant our friends at the base of the hill started for the peak when they heard the commotion. I was hoping so many of the locals had been cutting us off at ground level that they wouldn’t have many bodies left to mount an offensive on the hill’s far side. We weren’t supposed to make it that far, after all; the only thing keeping us alive was the fact that we had a motorcycle and the zombies didn’t.

I glimpsed the mob waiting for us as we reached the top. They were standing no more than three deep. Fifteen feet would see us clear.

Liftoff.

It’s amazing what you can use for a ramp, given the right motivation. Someone’s collapsed fence was blocking half the road, jutting up at an angle, and I hit it at about fifty miles an hour. The handlebars shuddered in my hands like the horns of a mechanical bull, and the shocks weren’t doing much better. I didn’t even have to check the road in front of us because the moaning started as soon as we came into view. They’d blocked our exit fairly well while Shaun played with his little friend, and mindless plague carriers or not, they had a better grasp of the local geography than we did. We still had one advantage: Zombies aren’t good at predicting suicide charges. And if there’s a better term for driving up the side of a hill at fifty miles an hour with the goal of actually achieving flight when you run out of “up,” I don’t think I want to hear it.

The front wheel rose smoothly and the back followed, sending us into the air with a jerk that looked effortless and was actually scarier than hell. I was screaming. Shaun was whooping with gleeful understanding. And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid. We hung in the air for a heart-stopping moment, still shooting forward. At least I was fairly sure the impact would kill us.

The laws of physics and the hours of work I’ve put into constructing and maintaining my bike combined to let the universe, for once, show mercy. We soared over the zombies, coming down on one of the few remaining stretches of smooth road with a bone-bruising jerk that nearly ripped the handlebars out of my grip. The front wheel went light on impact, trying to rise up, and I screamed, half terrified, half furious with Shaun for getting us into this situation in the first place. The handlebars shuddered harder, almost wrenching my arms out of their sockets before I hit the gas and forced the wheel back down. I’d pay for this in the morning, and not just with the repair bills.

Not that it mattered. We were on level ground, we were upright, and there was no moaning ahead. I hit the gas harder as we sped toward the outskirts of town, with Shaun whooping and cheering behind me like a big suicidal freak.

“Asshole,” I muttered, and drove on.


_________


News is news and spin is spin, and when you introduce the second to the first, what you have isn’t news anymore. Hey, presto, you’ve created opinion.

Don’t get me wrong, opinion is powerful. Being able to be presented with differing opinions on the same issue is one of the glories of a free media, and it should make people stop and think. But a lot of people don’t want to. They don’t want to admit that whatever line being touted by their idol of the moment might not be unbiased and without ulterior motive. We’ve got people who claim Kellis-Amberlee was a plot by the Jews, the gays, the Middle East, even a branch of the Aryan Nation trying to achieve racial purity by killing the rest of us. Whoever orchestrated the creation and release of the virus masked their involvement with a conspiracy of Machiavellian proportions, and now they and their followers are sitting it out, peacefully immunized, waiting for the end of the world.

Pardon the expression, but I can smell the bullshit from here. Conspiracy? Cover up? I’m sure there are groups out there crazy enough to think killing thirty-two percent of the world’s population in a single summer is a good idea—and remember, that’s a conservative estimate, since we’ve never gotten accurate death tolls out of Africa, Asia, or parts of South America—but are any of them nuts enough to do it by turning what used to be Grandma loose to chew on people at random? Zombies don’t respect conspiracy. Conspiracy is for the living.

This piece is opinion. Take it as you will. But get your opinions the hell away from my news.

—From Images May Disturb You, the blog of Georgia Mason, September 3, 2039


___


Zombies are pretty harmless as long as you treat them with respect. Some people say you should pity the zombie, empathize with the zombie, but I think they? Are likely to become the zombie, if you get my meaning. Don’t feel sorry for the zombie. The zombie’s not going to feel sorry for you when he starts gnawing on your head. Sorry, dude, but not even my sister gets to know me that well.

If you want to deal with zombies, stay away from the teeth, don’t let them scratch you, keep your hair short, and don’t wear loose clothes. It’s that simple. Making it more complicated would be boring, and who wants that? We have what basically amounts to walking corpses, dude.

Don’t suck all the fun out of it.

—From Hail to the King, the blog of Shaun Mason, January 2, 2039



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  • Posted May 12, 2010

    Random Pick, Decent Read

    Short version: Overall a pretty good read (characters & plot pretty good); I enjoyed it, and it kept my interest. I would recommend it to people interested in zombies (as those depicted in popular zombie movies). If you don't like the classic zombies or are looking for a smarter or more intriguing depiction of zombies, you might find this book lacking a bit in that area though.

    Long Version: I bought this book as a random selection after browsing the B&N shelves for about 15 minutes. I like zombies, so I figured this book was worth a shot. I was surprised it is such a new release for being a random pick on my part.

    Overall I liked this book and was pleasantly surprised that it kept my attention and had interesting characters. I enjoyed the dynamic between the two main characters, Georgia and Shaun, although I couldn't quite identify with their closeness to one another. The other characters through out the book are interesting and well-created. The book starts off great, but then became a little slow-going right after that for a short bit; it picked up nicely after that lull period though to produce an interesting story with some drama and thrill. Overall though a pretty good pace throughout the book to keep interest, especially in the second half.

    The only negatives I can comment on are that the writing style was a little repetitive at times, but only barely. A couple of the action scenes were introduced the same way, with something like "I only barely had time to do whatever before the gun shots started". Not a big deal though. I did kind of roll my eyes at the George Romero parts in the book, but I guess that's just the author's nod to zombie pop culture. If you like zombies, you know who he is, but I was hoping this book was at least going to provide a new spin on zombies. It didn't so much though, so I guess that's why I felt this book was slightly juvenile and less smart and savvy than I wanted it to be.

    Lastly, I read the tidbits of the second book "Blackout", and I was a little put off by the amount of f-bombs dropped within the first few pages of that book. I recognize it's based around a different character than the first book, but still I thought "Feed" was tasteful with the profanity, where as I don't know if "Blackout" will show the same tact. The language issue though is just a personal preference kind of thing.

    17 out of 20 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2011

    Not your typical Zombie/Post-Apacolyptic novel

    If you are looking for a typical zombie novel this isn't it. If you are looking for post-apacolyptic this isn't it either. For these reasons I was somewhat disappointed in the book. As others have pointed out it is a slow read, particularly in the beginning. In Feed, there is a different take on the post-zombie world that really didn't do enough for my zombie tastes. There is very little actual zombie in the book and very little struggle against zombies. In this post-zombie world there is electricity, running water, airplanes, and basically all other advanced technology you can think of and many you can't as it is a much more advanced time technologically speaking. People basically just "live" with zombies being out there somewhere on the other side of the electric fences. People still go to work everyday, go out to dinner, etc living very much as they did before with some expected differences. Virtually the only true threat is from people using the virus as a weapon or other living people dying around or near you because in this book anyone who dies can/will become a zombie. Basically the virus is dormant in all living mammals of a certain size and can be triggered by certain biological events. Most of the book is centered around making sure you aren't actively infected by requiring a blood test to do anything or go anywhere.

    So basically zombies and the post-zombie world are just a back drop for what could be called a thriller novel about the media and the evil right-wing politicos. But a horror novel about zombies it is not which is why I was disappointed with it. Overall it is an interesting premise about censorship of the media and politics and zombies but did not have enough violence, mayhem, horror, or zombie for me. However, it did interest me enough that I will likely finish out the series but with a more realistic and different expectation of what I will read.

    8 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 21, 2012

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    Contrary to what one may think, Feed is not about zombies. To bo

    Contrary to what one may think, Feed is not about zombies. To borrow a phrase from the novel itself, the zombies are there, but they’re not the story. Instead, the story crafted is a gripping thriller, a chilling tale of bioterrorism, corruption, humanity, and most importantly, the fight for truth and the sacrifices necessary to achieve it. Mira Grant (Seanan McGuire) has created a masterpiece that aspires to many facets of greatness and successfully hits the mark in each case. Witty, heartfelt and relevant, Feed is one novel you won’t regret picking up.

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2012

    Came close to giving this 4 stars ... but let's be real: when i

    Came close to giving this 4 stars ... but let's be real: when it got good, IT GOT GOOD.

    Most hate that a certain favorite female character got axed before the end, BUT I say ..."By God, I wouldn't want it written any other way ... having a character you fully were able to identify with, have her die, and then still be able to say it made the book even better is a testimony to how FEED is indeed quite a read.

    4 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 8, 2011

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    Any abstract thingy will do ...

    I made it a quarter of the way through the book and Dorothy Parker came to mind ... "This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." Zombies are not needed in this book as one could pick any sort of thing to center the novel around and then promptly ignore for other things like poor character development. Zombies, rabid dogs, too many Easter bunnies, or pet rocks will do. I felt like I was in some sort of hanna barbera cartoon series.

    4 out of 15 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2012

    Great murder mystery with zombies

    This book is a great murder mystery book in a world filled with zombies. Well written with great characters and engaging dialogue. That said, this book isn't for everyone -- if you're expecting a book strictly about zombie survival, this may not be for you.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2012

    Slow start but finishes strong

    A weird hybrid of campaign history, memoir, and zombie thriller, Feed didn't take off for me until the second half. But when it did take off, I was fully engaged. Worth reading, with some unexpected turns along the way.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 1, 2012

    WOW

    This is one incredible book. It's one of the best I have read in years, and it completely took me over. I ended up reading until way too late -- it was almost impossible to stop.

    And who would have believed that someone could make zombies real? Both a realistic reason for their existence, and the terrible realities tha they would have brought to daily life -- these sit as background to the story itself as we follow a new kind of presidential campaign.

    Good stuff, folks. As soon as I finished it I was online for volume 2.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 23, 2011

    Loved it

    The short and sweet of it.......FEED was a very enjoyable read and I'm a new fan of Mira Grant. I was sorry when I reached the last page. There were some reviewers that mentioned the book ran a little long. I didn't feel that at all.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2013

    Good start to the series

    After i first finished Feed, I thought it was a good book, certainly not great. Now that I have completed the trilogy, it is the perfect first book and sets the storyline nicely for Deadline and Blackout.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 11, 2011

    This book is awful

    Horrible, like really bad. I would return it if it weren't for b&n's bs no ebook return policy.

    1 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 29, 2011

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    Fascinatingly original, but slow and long.

    Feed is set in the year 2040, twenty-six years after two viruses merging caused the zombie apocalypse. Zombies in this world are just an accepted annoyance to be avoided, like mosquitoes. Georgia and Shaun, sister and brother blogger journalists, get a revolutionary job offer - to be part of a promising presidential candidate's press campaign. Except the zombies might not be the only dangers out there.

    I loved the twist Mira Grant used in this zombie novel. The virus cause for zombies is everywhere and part of everyone. As soon as one dies for any reason, BAM! They are a zombie. There are intricate laws and personal rules for the treatment of people who are injured. Animals over 40 lbs also reanimate. So there are no pets, you can't eat those animals for food, you can't go into the wilderness, ect. Mira Grant created this fantastic world, that was simply a joy to read the complexity of.

    The story, however, focuses on journalistic blogging and the politics of a presidential candidate. These topics were only somewhat interesting to me. Feed is 560 pages long and I lost interest in the story about ¾ the through. It did have an exciting finish with an unexpected twist, but for me the story was just way too long and too slow. I considered not finishing it, but after 450 pages I felt rather committed. Feed is the first in a new series. I will probably take a look at the sequel, Blackout. But unless it is mind-blowingly thrilling and suspenseful, I don't think I will be investing more time into this series.

    Conclusion:
    This is a fascinating original series about a post-apocalyptic zombie world. So if zombies are your thing, this will definitely entertain you. But the slow pace and length of Feed makes it a definite try-before-you-buy for me.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 29, 2011

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    Fascinatingly original, but slow and long.

    Feed is set in the year 2040, twenty-six years after two viruses merging caused the zombie apocalypse. Zombies in this world are just an accepted annoyance to be avoided, like mosquitoes. Georgia and Shaun, sister and brother blogger journalists, get a revolutionary job offer - to be part of a promising presidential candidate's press campaign. Except the zombies might not be the only dangers out there.

    I loved the twist Mira Grant used in this zombie novel. The virus cause for zombies is everywhere and part of everyone. As soon as one dies for any reason, BAM! They are a zombie. There are intricate laws and personal rules for the treatment of people who are injured. Animals over 40 lbs also reanimate. So there are no pets, you can't eat those animals for food, you can't go into the wilderness, ect. Mira Grant created this fantastic world, that was simply a joy to read the complexity of.

    The story, however, focuses on journalistic blogging and the politics of a presidential candidate. These topics were only somewhat interesting to me. Feed is 560 pages long and I lost interest in the story about ¾ the through. It did have an exciting finish with an unexpected twist, but for me the story was just way too long and too slow. I considered not finishing it, but after 450 pages I felt rather committed. Feed is the first in a new series. I will probably take a look at the sequel, Blackout. But unless it is mind-blowingly thrilling and suspenseful, I don't think I will be investing more time into this series.

    Conclusion:
    This is a fascinating original series about a post-apocalyptic zombie world. So if zombies are your thing, this will definitely entertain you. But the slow pace and length of Feed makes it a definite try-before-you-buy for me.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2014

    Meh.

    Slow until midway. Not about zombies but media culture.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2014

    Rose

    J?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2014

    Great

    Loved it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2014

    loved it! not your usual post apocalypse life

    loved it! not your usual post apocalypse life

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2014

    Good read

    Not your typical post zombie rising story. I loved it. It was different enough to be refreshing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2013

    I really wanted to like this books more than I did

    I thought I was pretty prepared for this book. I knew it went slowly (that doesn't tend to be a problem for me, if the characters are interesting enough), and I've read some of Seanan McGuire's other work (I am a huge fan of the October Daye series). It was the huge chunks of exposition that really did this book in for me and kept me from enjoying it as much as I might have. This is a very complete (and in some ways very realistic--I'll come back to that later--world). So much so that everything that has happened in the last 20 years has to be summarized and summarized and re-summarized for us. It's not in a particularly charming way, either. George has her strong points as a character, but her constant harping on dedication to the truth spoiled a lot of the joy I get from first person narrators in general. In a world where the media failed and bloggers telling the truth saved humanity, I kind of get why a blogger would be so dedicated. But 1) she doesn't even remember the beginnings of the zombie apocalypse and 2) the whole premise of bloggers taking over the media felt very shallow to me, a sort of contrivance to get the everyman in the middle of the action. Still, I enjoyed it overall, and I'm going to be getting the next two books (I have reason to believe they will be better).

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  • Posted November 24, 2013

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    PB/Sci-Fi: Did I like this book? It depended on the chapter I

    PB/Sci-Fi: Did I like this book? It depended on the chapter I was on. Most of the time, I did like it. However, this book was looonnngggg. It was too long and there was much unnecessary narrative to explain a zombie-world that doesn't really exist. How many times do I have to go through a door with Georgia and do the blood test and watch the lights. There isn't a house, car, or public building you can walk through without getting a blood test. Finally around page 400, the author skips the detail and just tells the reader that there was one given. I guess there are no bank robberies in the future.
    While the plot is good and does work, there is no real character development of Georgia. She remains static as someone closed-in and defensive. In a lot of ways she doesn't even let her brother Shaun in nor the reader. He narrative is long and too descriptive at times, especially about her eye issues. Also note, that Shaun, while a different person, has the same long descriptive narrative. For such a long book, there was too much missing. I would not continue with this series, but I accidentally bought the second book first. Grr. I was happy with how this one ended, but I guess I will try the second one.

    NOW THE BIG QUESTION!!!!!:

    Was it just me or is Republican Senator Peter Ryman really Republican Senator Paul Ryan? Just sayin'.

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