Because Blondes is every fashionista's worst nightmare come true. A mysterious virus begins infecting women with blonde hair (even those who've gained blondedom through dyeing), turning them into violent mindless people who attack at random, and kill without a second thought. Kind of like a zombie novel with split ends. Ba-zing!

Schultz being Schultz, however — which means, being the author of [b:Joyland: A Novel|1134600|Joyland A Novel|Emily Schultz|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1328760073s/1134600.jpg|1121833] and [b:Heaven Is Small|6098580|Heaven Is Small|Emily Schultz|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1240284232s/6098580.jpg|6275744], that she is a damned talented individual — there is far greater depth to The Blondes than the surface would indicate (see what I did there?). As much a satire of society's obsession with looks as it is a Outbreak-like contagion thriller, Schultz expertly entwines a speculative fiction premise with social commentary, making Blondes akin to Dawn of the Dreadfully Good Looking. Ka-pow!

I'll stop punning now.

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