So, like I said, I didn't hate this book, but I also can't really say that I loved it. The reviews on Amazon and Shelfari were fantastic, so I think that I was expecting more. The characters were interesting enough, but it always felt like everything (every description, plot twist, etc.) just took too long and went on forever. Maybe I just wasn't in the right frame of mind because normally I totally eat up these cheesy vampire novels. Also, growing up I taunted my sister often for her love of smutty, romance novels and all I could think while reading it was how the literary mighty has fallen. Needless to say that I probably won't be finishing out the series. Ironically, I still didn't totally hate it. If it came out as a movie, I think the story might even be pretty interesting.
Anyway, reading roadblock happily cleared and I am now lost in the crazy, cracked out, lost land of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Most of last night, I had nightmares about bad trips with lots of lizard people and bats. Thank you, Hunter S Thompson.
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