After hearing so much about this book, and now that its companion about Abe Lincoln is being made into a (pretty sweet looking, from the trailer at least) movie, I figured what the hell, I might as well read the book that started it all. 
 I got three chapters in. I would have enjoyed it a lot more if Grahame-Smith had taken his idea and made a whole new tale out of it. But to have Austen's exact words replicated with just an addition here or there of the "unmentionables" made it irksome reading for me. I can't believe that if there really were zombies going around marauding Regency England, even Mrs. Bennett would be placidly dreaming of marrying her daughters -- odds are her nerves would have given out at news of the first attack, and she's either be long dead or curled in a corner somewhere rocking back and forth. Neither would Elizabeth and Jane remain so meek and ladylike as to be worried about dances and gentlemen; I'd like to think that Lizzie in particular would be practical enough to throw off societal norms and do what had to be done, rather than have her greatest fear being that she had to sit down for two dances in one ball. 
 So. I'm disappointed in this book. And that's sad, because I think the idea really is all there and it could have been creepy and swashbuckling and awesomesauce, but as it is, for me at least, it's only mediocre at the best.