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How to Survive a Sharknado



I saw the title and knew, even if I delayed doing so at the moment, I would come back to request this book. How to Survive a Sharknado by Andrew Shaffer is a book based on the awesomely awful movie, Sharknado.

Full disclosure: I saw the last 20 minutes of the movie and laughed. If I had time to give away, I might consider going back and making fun of the rest of the film.

The book is a how-to when unnatural disasters strike. We need to survive the inevitable, right? The Red Cross may be around when hurricanes and tornadoes strike. But who is going to help you when those tornadoes are filled with hungry sharks. Or how do you expect to survive when a hurricane comes loaded with monstrous robot pigs (a boaricane for those taking notes)?

The facts, as presented by Shaffer, are that it is up to us. So, chapter by chapter, he takes us through attacks from Mother Nature, the Earth and monsters you only wish were mythical. I'm prone to side with him on the plausibility because, after all, it's a great big (scary) world out there.

I enjoyed this because each end-of-my-world scenario is presented with physical dimensions, likely targets and the chance for survival. They also include a story of when we first realized this could be a problem. Shaffer writes with such deft humor that, had one not known they were reading satire, they might have Googled information on a story their Facebook feed obviously missed. (I'm not saying I did that more than once.)

I know this book will be proudly displayed at home or office for all to see. I will do this...because I care.

Here's some links for more info.



Just so we're on the same page, I received this book for free from my good friends at Blogging for Books. They give me books and ask that I say something about the book, which I have now done. 

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