Writers Write the Darnest Things.

Having concluded the literary masterpiece, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, I have concluded that a man, in possession of a brown bess, or other such weapon, must be in want to slay some zombies. This simply proves that a book, no matter how great in concept it is, can still be greatly improved by yet another rewrite, or a gimmicky addition, to increase sales. Plus, it helps that in this edition, Lizzie would most certainly lay the smack down on Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. Of course, no amount of editing or supplementation can erase the original author's horrible abuses to the usual rules of writing.

Jane Austen is guilty of continually TELLING the reader what is/has happened, rather than SHOWING it. This, by today's tough market, would probably prevent the publication of her manuscript (even with the zombies. And given the casual and un-intrusive addition of the undead into the book, one wonders if Austen meant for them to be present in the original narrative). I am sure I am trifling some feelings here, for I am sure some find her prose poetic. Feel free to inform me of my wrongness. But if I do not answer, it is because an unmentionable has feasted upon my cauliflower brains . . .