I have no criticism on the book whatsoever, It just wasn’t for me. I lost interest pretty early on. I tried to go back and give it another try, but I just couldn’t get into it.

Leigh Radford’s One Yellow Eye is everything I didn’t know I needed in a post-apocalyptic novel: sharp, darkly funny, heart-wrenching, and utterly original. If you think you’ve read every type of zombie story out there, think again.

The plot follows Kesta Shelley, a brilliant British scientist whose husband, Tim, becomes one of the final victims of a zombie outbreak. Except—she doesn’t let him go. Instead, she hides him in their home, injecting him with stolen drugs in the hope of a cure, and slowly unraveling in the process. What begins as a desperate act of love transforms into a chilling exploration of obsession and the human cost of hope.

Radford’s writing is compulsively readable. Her characters feel raw and real, especially Kesta, whose grief-driven choices are at once horrifying and heartbreakingly understandable. This isn't just a horror novel—it’s a deeply emotional meditation on what we’re willing to sacrifice to hold onto the people we love.

This book surprised me in the best way. It’s witty, tense, tragic, and at times shockingly tender. Imagine if Warm Bodies met Station Eleven, then went to therapy with Frankenstein. That's One Yellow Eye.

Highly recommended for fans of genre-bending fiction, dark humor, and stories that linger long after you’ve finished the final page.