(I know, I know. Everyone and his mother is going to use that as the title for their review, including the marketing department of Del Rey when they come out with the ninth printing, but I’m tired because I was up all night finishing the damn book, so this is the best you’re going to get.)

I joke a lot about my massive reach on the internet, even though I know it’s mostly my friends, my mom, and disappointed South Korean who think they’re going to a billpay site but wind up here instead. It’s a small circle, but I’m a big believer in using the internet to spread ideas. Yesterday, Jamie showed me a video of a dubbed dog, and I thought it was so damn funny that I sent it to Anne and my mom, who will quite likely share it their friends, and on and on until everyone has seen this video. You’ll see it, too, because you’ll want to see the deal is. You’ll become another vector.

I want you to become vectors for Daryl Gregory’s Raising Stony Mayhall, because it is so goddamned good. It is keep-me-awake-to-see-what-happens-next good. It is I-want-to-eat-Daryl’s-brains-just-so-I-can-gain-his-writing-skills good (though that bit is just between you and me. I’m going to see Daryl in a few weeks, and I don’t want him to get wise to me and show up wearing a helmet). It is a zombie novel told from the zombies’ point of view, and it will break your heart and make you laugh and do all the great things that Daryl’s writing does.

I remember talking with him about this in Montreal, when he was busy trying to talk himself out of writing Stony. The Zombie Glut was approaching maximum saturation, and Daryl was convinced that his book would be lost in a wave of po-mo zombie stories that took the genre apart and sewed it back together. I am so glad Daryl kept at it, because I think he’s scored another winner.

Go buy this book. Buy two copies so you can lend one to your friends, and watch it spread. Give in to the Big Bite. Be the vector.