The Dead Take the A Train is an incredibly funny, disgustingly bloody adventure with a tender human heart at its core. I love a book where the main character is an objectively terrible person who is someone the readers come to love somewhere along the story. Julie is an addict who has a reputation as a killer. Even if it's a wrongful accusation, the bloody nature of her methods and her cocaine-fueled, alcohol-soaked self keep up the facade.

I have a feeling Julie's veering away from the liquor store after her resurrection for a Butterfinger may indicate that the monkey's paw's curse is an aversion to alcohol.

Dead Air, St. Joan, and Sarah round out an interesting and mysterious found family. Their love and care for one another is so tender among the carrion and gore of the book.
There were some loose ends I wanted to know more about, but that means it's a good cliffhanger for the rest of the series to jump from.