Signs of Life: A Post-Apocalyptic Pandemic Survival Thriller by L.L. AkersMy rating: 1 of 5 stars
::SPOILER—I HATED THIS:: If you’re looking for anything positive, it’s time to turn around and go home. In fact, I am, for the first time in a very LONG time, having trouble finding the words to describe this….story. Forget the post apocalyptic genre completely, and instead imagine some Frankensteinesque mash up of Lassie and Pee Wee’s Great Adventure cast with only dogs. Ok, so there is an apocalyptic bent here, as Ebola makes a come back, and an imported Ebola vaccine turns perfectly acceptable humans into Walking Dead extras. I believe the entire Ebola-sickness ruse was, however, created solely to function as a vehicle through which this author was able to deliver the story of one plucky little mutt named Moses, who made a selfless journey fraught with flesh eating, blood, gore and death—all for the love of a human. (And if you think that last sentence was bad, you might want to skip this entire book). Canines in the story converse in complete sentences with not only each other, but diva house cats, owls and squirrels that are apparently afflicted with ADHD, while the humans, through the use of sign language and inane conversation fuck up everything one chapter at a time.
I keep diving into these indie authors hoping for gold and finding….well, NOT gold. As much as I love this genre, there is more dross here than in any other except perhaps soft porn disguised as romance novels. I. JUST. CAN’T.
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