It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over

A bizarre and beautiful take on the zombie story, where our narrator is the zombie. She is grieving her former life, including her own name and the love of her life; while her human memories have largely eroded, her human feelings persist. She travels west across a post-apocalyptic landscape with a dead crow tucked inside her chest cavity, longing to remember, as she's literally falling apart (the novel begins with the loss of her arm). Driven by character and language, I read this novella like it was a disorienting, funny, melancholic dream of a poem, moving me to consider what it means to be human and alive and mortal. I'll be thinking about this one for a good, long while.

"How small or altered or distant must a part of us be before it stops being part of us? Does it ever?"