For such a slight book, The Caldecott Chronicles certainly did not mess around. There wasn’t a shortage of vivid gore, characteristic of the horrors of the day and age when zombies rule Victorian England. The premise of this short story is quite unique; a lost journal of the Earl of Rothshire depicting the nightmare that they lived through during those days. The tales were gaudy and hellish, complete with garish drawings. But it also told of tale of survival and a kindred kinship between the Earl and a teenage girl who had a penchant and talent for creatively killing the undead.
Stories told in journal entries form tend to be on the narrative side and consequently, wearisome. The absence of the dialogues contribute to the monotony of reading a long-winded story. Thankfully, The Caldecott Chronicles did not suffer the same fate. I finished this book in one sitting. Humour, gore and fast-paced action all played a part in keeping my steadfast attention. There was something about the Earl and Saffy’s friendship that offered hope amidst the bloodbath and death that surrounded them. In short, this little book didn’t lack the human element in a world where it would be easier to give up on humanity.
I’m a lover of all things zombies, so reading this wasn’t a hardship. This short story did not lack for anything. It’s compact, yes, but complete in its own way. I’m very interested in reading the next book of this short series.
All in all, Caldecott Chronicles is a faultless account of human survival, peppered with hope and humour that will get you through the pages of rudimentary gore.