The world isn’t so good with funerals anymore.
Deaths, sure; we have plenty of those. We can give you death in any shape or size you want. Good death, bad death, slow death, fast death – the modern world is the fucking amazon.com of dying. Maybe it wasn’t like that before the Rising hit and the dead started to walk, but hey, guess what: All that shit happened, and now we’re rats in the wreckage, living and dying in the aftermath of our parents’ mistakes.
I will leave the next part there, because it showed clearly how I thought when I just finished the book. After that part the real review will begin. Sorry if the review is a bit chaotic, I am still so overcome with feelings, and it is hard to organize my feelings and thoughts for this book, but I will try my best. Also this will be a long long review!
“It’s so early,” she moaned, rubbing her eyes. “And why does nobody at this table have coffee?”
“We’ll get you some coffee,” Bri said, already looking around for a waitress. “You big baby.”
“Babies don’t need coffee,” Toby said, burrowing her head into Palmer’s arm, who gave her hair a distracted pat. “Because people actually let them sleep.”
“You needed to get up,” Bri said firmly. “You have to be at work in an hour, and I’m not taking the blame if you fall asleep and crash into a Monet.”