Funny Apocalypse: Don't Eat the Glowing Bananas

Review: Don’t Eat the Glowing Bananas by David D. Hammons

Title: Don’t Eat the Glowing Bananas
Author: David D. Hammons
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Publish Date: December 7, 2015
Genre: Science Fiction, Fantasy

Synopsis: It's hard to find a decent brunch in the post-apocalyptic wasteland. But that's all Henry Rosetta wants from the world. That, and not to be eaten by nomadic cannibals. Henry has traveled the nuclear bomb-blasted highways critiquing the finest radioactive eateries and cataloging his experiences. All the while, he's been searching for the knowledge of why the bombs fell. It's this hunger for specialty food and forbidden knowledge that brings Henry to the city of New Dallas. There, Henry meets a green-skinned mutant, a katana-wielding assassin, and a horrible dictator who claims to know why the bombs fell. Henry must help the people of New Dallas and learn the great secret of how the world ended. And maybe get a taco along the way.
I received a free copy of this via the publisher in exchange for an honest review. This will not affect my decision in any way. 

Cover: The cover was why I decided to read Don’t Eat the Glowing Bananas. Well, that and the title. It just spikes the curiosity like what is this book even about. And then you have the radiation party lights which says something about nuclear warfare. As I’m staring at the cover, I’m really starting to wonder why there’s a sombrero on it… Well then.

Characters: Hank Rose aka Henry Rosetta was hilarious. I loved the way he viewed the world. He always had a story about everything. His POV was just great for the story. As he travels onward, you get to see him as a sort of food critic. I loved reading how he rated food experiences and why each place got such a rating. As a reviewer, I found it hilarious.

I loved Lewis. His character made me sad about how others treated him. He was so nice, and periodically gets his arm cut off. He always tried to see the best in people, and didn’t like hurting them. He was sweet.

Zoe was my least favorite character. I just didn’t like her. I felt as if her character tried too hard.

Plot: The plot was ridiculously funny. It was like Hammons thought of the most ridiculous thing he could think of and made it an obstacle in his book. You had pirates (which I couldn’t understand half the time), dancing zombies, and fast-food soldiers. I absolutely loved the humor. Everything was interesting. TBH it was quite dumb, but I loved it!

It was highly original and just had a great storyline.

Ending: I wish there was more Pizzazz but Henry finally found out how the bombs fell. It was kind of disappointing. I was expecting something spectacular, but nope. It did make sense though for the story which is good.

Overall: I’m pleased to have read Don’t Read the Glowing Bananas. It did not disappoint me. The characters were some wacky people, but they made the story work. My favorite part would probably have to be the break-dancing zombies and Ivan. I could just picture that in my head, and I loved it.

I was almost in tears of laughter throughout this entire novel. It was THAT funny. I think everyone needs to read Don’t Eat the Glowing Bananas. It gives the stupid side of the end of the world.

Personally, I probably would have gone to Mars but to each her own.

About the Author

While visiting Cambridge during my time studying abroad, I tried to sneak into C. S. Lewis’s old apartment. I wanted to stand where the old master stood. I wanted to glean bits of imagination that no-doubt still clung to those walls. A locked door barred my path, and I fled to the safety of the campus pub.
It has been my goal to live a life that is notable as the life of that master of writing. I’ve climbed the slopes of Machu Picchu, swam in Loch Ness, smuggled ice cream into China, and made moonshine in my hometown. I studied writing and business in school, and gave up a position in my family’s Black Walnut company to chase my dream. Life, if you make it so, can be an adventure.
Despite all my adventures, there is no greater journey than that which can be found in a book. It was cartoons that got me into writing, works meant for children that as an adult fascinated me with their joyful outlook. It was the old masters, Lewis, Tolkien, Hemmingway, Vonnegut, who challenged me to live an adventure of a life, and then write even greater adventures in books. Perhaps one day I’ll make it into that old Cambridge apartment. Perhaps one day I’ll be invited.