An exquisite, bittersweet account of life, love, and the apocalypse all rolled into one, tightly woven book, laced with morsels of dark humor. Within its pages, one can find an equal amount of genuine sentiment mixed with the kind of terror only undead legions can summon. Greg Mitchell’s Flowers for Shelly is sure to satisfy horror fans of various degrees, and maybe even the non-horror crowd—if they are willing to relinquish a Pollyanna ending. After all, true horror seldom contains optimism, for understandable reasons.
—Review by T.W. Johnson