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review 2019-01-14 22:39
My Little Vampire - Maki Masaki

Un manga adorabile e che mi ha colpito fin da subito. Lo stile della mangaka è fantastico con disegni curatissimi che lo rendono una piccola gioia per gli occhi. La storia fin dal primo momento è intrigante e con personaggi caratterizzati molto bene nonostante gli appena 5 capitoli.
Ci ritroviamo in un mondo nel quale i vampiri e gli umani vivono in pace, gli esseri umani hanno scoperto infatti come creare un sangue artificiale in grado di nutrire i vampiri e tenere a freno i loro istinti. Fin da piccoli i vampiri vengono inseriti nella società, nutriti con sangue artificiale ed educati in modo che non possano causare problemi e nonostante la diffidenza di alcuni umani (rimasti intolleranti alla presenza di un'altra razza tra loro) la convivenza tra le due specie è ormai pacifica. Il protagonista della storia è Raine, un uomo solitario e tormentato, dopo aver perso il suo compagno si sente solo, nulla sembra poter colmare il suo vuoto interiore e la sua vita sembra destinata all'oblio almeno fino a che non incontra in un orfanotrofio un tenero bimbo vampiro, Joel. Fin da subito il contatto tra i due è intenso, Raine sente un legame speciale con quel piccolino dagli occhi grandi e ai suoi occhi così simile a lui, così solitario, sente che come lui il vampiro è stato abbandonato e costretto a vivere da solo senza alcun aiuto, senza affetti, senza persone disposte ad insegnarli come integrarsi in un mondo così complesso e decide di prenderlo con se. Il rapporto con il piccolo è in un primo momento quello tra padre e figlio, Raine si sente bene per la prima volta dopo tanto tempo, prendersi cura di Joel gli permette di non pensare al passato e il calore e amore che sente per quel piccolo gli scalda il cuore e lo porta a sperare in un futuro più positivo, in cui finalmente potrà allontanarsi dai demoni del suo passato. Nonostante tutto all'uomo manca... qualcosa, ogni notte sente il freddo e il vuoto per l'abbandono dell'amato e ricerca quel calore tra le braccia di sconosciuti, uomini di cui non conosce il nome ma che possono almeno per un po' fargli dimenticare i suoi problemi e il suo vuoto. È però durante uno di questi incontri che Raine rimane ferito da un vampiro, Joel interviene per salvarlo e da quel momento... i due dovranno fare i conti con i sentimenti che li legano ormai da tempo, con quel legame che si è trasformato sempre di più in qualcosa di molto diverso dall'amicizia, un legame che si è trasformato in un amore dolce e tenero, in grado di scaldare il cuore e lo spirito di entrambi. Ho adorato il modo in cui la mangaka ci presenta i personaggi, il modo in cui il loro rapporto ci appare fin da subito puro e indissolubile, un amore che proprio per la sua forza spaventa entrambi. Da una parte infatti abbiamo Joel, giovane ed inesperto, un grande bambinone che ancora non sa come approcciarsi al suo compagno e non riesce ad esprimere a parole l'amore che prova non avendolo mai sperimentato in vita sua ed è spaventato perchè sente di non poter esprimere correttamente quello che prova, spaventato dall'idea di essere troppo "piccolo" e "sbagliato" per il compagno dall'altra abbiamo Raine, un uomo che sa benissimo cosa sia l'amore avendolo sperimentato in prima persona ma proprio per questo è terrorizzato, ha capito fin dal primo momento che Joel ha subito un abbandono in passato, che è stato lasciato da solo e consapevole dei suoi limiti umani, del suo destino mortale vorrebbe solo rimanere suo amico e "padre", lotta con tutte le forze contro quei dolci sentimenti per paura di soffrire e far soffrire il compagno sapendo cosa significa perdere qualcuno di importante e sapendo che tra pochi anni Joel sarà costretto a rivivere il suo stesso trauma e a piangere proprio come lui su una lapide. Il rapporto tra i due quindi è commovente e straziante ma anche tenerissimo, Joel è un piccolo fiorellino e vederlo timido e imbarazzato e incapace di esprimere fino in fondo i suoi sentimenti mi ha commosso ma mai... quanto Raine e il suo goffo tentativo di fuggire e proteggere il suo amore. Joel e Raine sono meravigliosi insieme e per tutta la lettura non ho fatto altro che sospirare come una cretina, soprattutto per il finale, vedere il cambiamento di Raine e come il buio e la notte non siano più per lui fonte di dolore e vuoto ma un momento che quasi assapora con gioia perchè potrà riscaldarsi tra le braccia dell'uomo che ama e trovare la pace è... AWWW la dolcezza <3. Ovviamente non è tutto oro quello che luccica e... ci sono dei piccoli difetti, ammetto infatti che per dare il meglio di se questa storia avrebbe dovuto essere divisa in almeno 2 volumi o avere anche solo 2-3 capitoletti in più, mancano infatti molte parti fondamentali ad esempio un capitolo sul passato di Joel e su come sia finito in un orfanotrofio, qualche dettaglio su Raine e il suo ex compagno, qualche dettaglio o scenetta extra di Joel alle prese con la società umana e il suo razzismo verso i vampiri ecc molte parti potevano essere curate meglio e spiegate diversamente, la stessa scelta di far diventare di colpo Joel adulto così, dopo aver succhiato il sangue di un Raine moribondo beh... l'ho trovata una forzatura, essendo una amante dello slow burn avrei preferito che fosse diventato adulto in più capitoli, gradatamente, per permettere anche di mostrarci il completo sviluppo dei sentimenti tra i due e capire i pensieri di entrambe le parti, sono insomma state fatte alcune scelte un po' azzardate e ridurre la storia in un volume striminzito ha rovinato in parte l'atmosfera. La stessa componente paranormal passa in secondo piano e se non ci venisse detto ogni tre per due che Joel è un vampiro beh... non ce ne accorgeremo e questo è... male! Un manga quindi che può deludere le aspettative dei più esigenti, quelli che cercano più dettagli, che desiderano un ambiente descritto in modo accurato, una società ben rappresentata e non solo accennata ecc qui ahimè troviamo giusto un accenno al mondo circostante per poi concentrarsi esclusivamente sui due amanti, una scelta azzardata che rende di conseguenza il volume consigliato solo agli amanti del fluff, che cercano una storia dolce e romantica, con elementi smut e con piccolissimi accenni angst (e mai troppo drammatici) senza però aspettarsi un background troppo marcato e in caso contrario... potete trovare manga con componenti paranormal gestite meglio e una storia più coinvolgente senza alcun dubbio...

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SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE.

 

Following a drunken night together, the vampire Michael “Vegas” Tremayne takes off with no explanation, leaving Deziree Davanzati to wonder if they’d made a terrible mistake. Rather than obsess about it, Dez spends most of her time at Onyx, the rock club she owns and operates for the supernatural citizens of New York City. All are welcome-werewolves, witches, and anyone else willing to play nice while under her roof and pay their tab at the end of the night.

 

After two weeks of radio silence, Vegas returns with alarming news. For the first time in more than four centuries, there is reason to believe a pureblood demon is walking among them. They suspect someone from the the Council may be behind the creature’s return, but to what end?

 

With the Sentinel Stone missing, they’re down to the wire and don’t know who to trust. Will Dez and Vegas stop the demon in time? Or will Hell itself be unleashed upon the world? 

 

 

About the Book:

 

The Devil You Know by Jena Gregoire

Series: Hellfire Series Book One

Genre: Adult, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Independent

Publication Date: June 5, 2018

 

 

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DANCE WITH THE DEVIL, the third full-length installment in the Hellfire series is coming soon! To celebrate the upcoming release, author Jena Gregoire is sharing the first chapter!

CHAPTER ONE

 

Dez

 

“Say it again,” Dez purred. She watched his lips as he uttered the words she so longed to hear.

 

“Hot, dark, Columbian, deep inside you.” His words came out in a sensual whisper causing her mouth to water with anticipation.

 

“Mmmm,” She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, imagining the level of satisfaction in her near future. “Let’s do it now,” she begged, “come on, it’s been almost four months. I swore I would never go this long without it again.” She leveled a deadly stare at him to make sure her urgency was understood. “I need this, Vegas. My body needs this.”

 

“You’re desperate, huh?” His reply was playful.

 

“You have no idea.”

 

“Alright, but we have to take care of business first.”

 

“I got this.” A wicked smile crept across her face.

 

Coffee will have to wait just a tiny bit longer.

 

Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she fired several shots in quick succession, taking out the three possessed men currently stalking toward them across the wide expanse of the run-down warehouse building. Once, the complex had been home to a series of crystal meth labs, and in a not-so-bright maneuver, a group of demons had set up shop inside a band of tweakers. The condition of their bodies showed the drugs had taken their toll long before the demons came along, their mobility limited to a slow limp. Dez had watched plenty of demons function absolutely fine in bodies with broken necks and signs of advanced decay. Meth, on the other hand, actually did enough damage to limit their motor skills.

 

“There are two more somewhere here,” she said as she stepped over one of the fallen bodies. She could feel the presence of the other two lurking in the shadows, but the demons weren’t making any moves toward them. They were in no danger. All it would take is one command and the demons would be forced to do as she wished, which included being able to bring them to a complete standstill. However, she and Vegas both enjoyed the hunt to a certain extent, so she didn’t often use that aspect of her demon powers.

 

They had bounced from one city to another since her little brush with death in the desert. Although spending lots of alone time with Vegas had been fun, she had reached her breaking point and ached for the extravagantly comfortable life she had built for herself in New York. The novelty of sleeping in shitty roadside motels had long worn away, even if she didn’t have to spend it alone anymore.

 

Her life had changed.

 

She had changed.

 

Everything she thought she knew about who she was and where she had come from had been nothing but a pack of lies specifically designed to bring her to that fateful moment in the desert.

 

After centuries of belief that she had perished at her own hand following Dez’s birth, Catalina, her biological mother, had turned up to complete the charge set forth by the Daughters of Eris. The long-hidden sect of the witch covens had taken it upon themselves to usher in the apocalypse by way of unleashing a demon hoard onto the human plane of existence, and then to play the hero of the day by wiping them all out in one fell swoop. Dez’s blood combined with a heavy dose of celestial magic was the key to the second part of their plan and had it not been for Vegas, they would have succeeded in their mission.

 

And she’d be dead.

 

After spending some much-needed downtime at Charlie’s house to recuperate, she and Vegas had both become rather antsy, desperate for some normalcy. The pair set out on the road, having already sent Kade back home, and had been hunting ever since. They had come to grips with the fact that hunting demons would have to be part of their daily lives, but it had become their entire life. This last stop━a shitty little New Hampshire town made most famous by its mass production of methamphetamine━had Dez craving the comforts of home and a cup of coffee from the best café the city that never sleeps had to offer.

 

“I won’t even make you go out and get it for me,” she informed him. “We can just stop on the way home. We’ll stock up on coffee and those little cranberry cake things.”

 

“Those are good,” he agreed.

 

“Yes, they really are. See? You’re getting excited. I knew it.”

 

“Dez,” he replied, “I never said I wasn’t excited about the prospect of going home, or that I can’t be swayed by promises of the smoothest coffee in existence. I’m excited.”

 

“You don’t sound excited.” Glass smashed in a room down the hall pulling their attention away from a conversation which was going nowhere fast. The small betrayal of their location was all Dez needed to finish the job. She swiftly moved toward a small row of rooms along the southern wall of the structure. The boarded-up windows enclosed what she assumed were small offices once upon a time. As she passed and cleared each one, she could see that as of late, the small rooms were being used as labs, each used to cook meth. All of the rooms contained glass bottles over burners, which were connected by clear, plastic tubing. She recognized the basic setup from news broadcasts about meth labs being raided by police in the city over the last few years. As she crept from room to room, she noticed that none of the labs were active. The overwhelming smell of rubbing alcohol slammed into her with every doorway she stepped to, each room taking her breath away and making her eyes water. She couldn’t imagine living with or anywhere near that odor. Not for the first time, she found herself questioning why anyone would choose this brand of drug production to make their money. The acrid odor aside, the chemicals required to cook meth are notoriously unstable, most meth lab raids either resulting in or a byproduct of the lab exploding.

 

As Dez neared the end of the row of offices, she pushed her senses out into the ether. She fully expected to find the hate-fueled presence of two demon minds just beyond one of the nearby doors. Instead, she found the same dull hum she had encountered previously. At close range, drug-addled or not, the demons’ psychic energy should have been unmistakable. She started to wonder if demons weren’t the only creatures she was going to bump into in the filthy warehouse building.

 

Dez signaled to Vegas, indicating she wanted him directly in front of the doorway when they opened the door. She would open the door from the side, and he would be there to cover her, just in case anything particularly nasty decided it was a good day to test its luck.

 

She reached for the door handle. Loud enough so she was sure the room’s inhabitants heard her, she yelled out.

 

“Don’t move!” Any demons inside would be forced to follow her command. Anyone else would probably just assume she was a cop. She turned the knob of the door as silently as she could and pushed it. The door hinges creaked as it swung into the office.

 

“It’s clear,” Vegas said.

 

“Definitely not empty, though,” Dez replied tapping her index finger to her temple reminding him that she had felt the presence of two minds in the room. She brought her gun up in front of her and crept into the room. She quickly spun around making sure there was nothing hiding behind the door. With the exception of the large wooden desk serving as a table for the cook operation, the room was empty. She was about to close her eyes and reach out into the ether again when a tiny movement pulled her attention downward. The small gap at the bottom edge of the desk revealed a delicate human foot, and whoever it was attached to was trying their best to pull it back in hopes of not being seen. Dez pointed her gun at the wooden panel covering the front of the desk.

 

“Since the particular people I’m looking for wouldn’t be able to move right now, I’m guessing you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Dez tried to keep her voice calm and pleasant, which sounded completely at odds with the words coming out of her mouth. “I have a loaded sidearm pointed directly at where I assume your head would be, and if I think for one second you’re about to do anything stupid, I’ll pull the trigger. Come on out of there, nice and slow.”

 

There was a rustling noise under the table and a small hand gripped the edge. The dirt-caked fingernails were chewed to the quick. The delicate pixie face peering back at her, framed by disheveled brown and honey-blonde streaked hair, was not what Dez had expected. The girl’s eyes were bright blue, not that different from her own, and clear of any demons, supernatural or otherwise. Aside from her clothes being covered in dust, she was clean. Whoever she was, she didn’t appear to be the type to frequent a meth lab. Not anymore, at least. The girl’s slender arms hung at her sides, tiny pale scars the only remaining evidence of long-since healed track marks betraying her past addiction.

 

“Heroin?” Dez asked. The girl self-consciously grabbed her arm, covering the scars, and nodded her head slightly, never taking her frightened eyes off of Dez’s gun.

 

“But you’re clean, right?” The girl nodded again, a nervous twitch to her movements. “Then what are you doing here?” The girl opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, Vegas interrupted her.

 

“You’re not alone.” The girl turned her attention to him, her eyes widened with alarm and recognition, and she nervously shook her head. She hesitantly glanced down and waved her hand to someone unseen. More rustling and another set of tiny hands led the arrival of another girl. The new girl’s hair was dyed black, her lighter brown roots grown out far enough for Dez to know it’d been a long time since she’d seen the inside of a salon. She was in far worse shape, her gaunt appearance assuring she wouldn’t be a poster child for walking the rocky road to sobriety any time soon. Her hands twitched and she started lightly scratching her neck, probably without even thinking about it. She was younger than the first girl, but not by much if Dez had to guess. She lowered her gun and nodded to Vegas for him to do the same. Both girls relaxed but only slightly.

 

“How long have you been clean?” She posed the question to the older girl, knowing the question was wasted on the younger one.

 

“I just got my one-year chip,” the girl replied, referring to a milestone for many in addiction recovery programs.

 

“What are you doing here? A meth lab isn’t exactly a good place for a recovering addict to be spending their time.”

 

“This is my little sister’s best friend. I came here looking for her. I knew this is where she comes to buy. When no one had seen her in a few days, I figured this is where she had ended up. We’ve been stuck here since yesterday morning.” She paused for a moment, then her tone completely changed, as if she were just waking up. “Were they zombies? I didn’t believe zombies were really possible, but those were zombies, right? Those things definitely looked like zombies. We hid in here when we saw them. Her mom would kill me if I got her turned into a zombie. Did you know zombies were a thing?” Her words came out in a rush, the tangle of thoughts spilling out of her.

 

“They’re gone,” Vegas answered.

 

“But that’s what they were, right? Zombies?”

 

“Not exactly,” Dez replied, “but arguably similar. How many of them did you see when you came in here?”

 

“Three, I think.” Dez turned toward Vegas and flipped the switch. She let her demon senses take over. She felt once more for any other presences in the building. She blinked her eyes, returning them to their normal icy blue, and an excited smile spread across her face.

 

“That’s all of them. You know what that means.”

 

“Time to go home,” Vegas responded, his own smile matching hers. Dez turned back to the girls.

 

“So, what’s the plan here? Are you taking her back to her parents?”

 

“Yes but I know someone who might be able to secure her a bed at a good rehab center up north. They helped me sober up and my counselor there might be able to help her. I’ll get her home and make some phone calls.” Dez pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, opened her address book, and selected the icon to add a new record.

 

“What are your names?”

 

“Tessa,” the older girl replied, her voice shaking, “and this is Kaitlyn.”

 

“Nice to meet you both. I’m Dez and this is Michael. Tessa, what’s your phone number?” Dez typed in the digits as the girl read them off and clicked the save button before tucking her phone back in her pocket. “I’m going to check in with you soon, just to make sure you’re okay. If you ever need anything, anything at all, look me up at Onyx in New York City. Can you remember that? Onyx?”

 

“Yes, Onyx. Got it.” Her reply was polite, but the look in her eyes said she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

 

“I’ll help you out in any way I can, you just have to promise to keep that shit out of your veins. It kills people. There are much better things you can be doing with your time than pumping your body full of that shit. If you find yourself in a rut, I can give you work. There is no situation you don’t have a way out of. Consider me your get-out-of-jail-free card. Use it if you need it. Are you okay to get home or do you need a ride?”

 

“Um, no, we’re okay. I can get us home, I mean. Can I, um, ask a question?”

 

“Of course.” The girl turned her attention toward Vegas before continuing.

 

“Are you a vampire?” She stumbled a bit on the last word.

 

“I am,” he answered, no point in attempting to hide his true nature. His golden eyes instantly gave him away, but the girl had to ask.

 

“He’s not what you pictured?” Des asked.

 

“I don’t know. I thought you’d be paler or something.” She stared at Vegas for a moment before speaking again. “And, if they weren’t zombies, what were those guys?”

 

Dez looked to Vegas for guidance. Without any words necessary, his eyes conveyed his feelings. He felt the same way she did. How much she knew was up to Tessa at this point. The girl had seen and been through enough. If it earned her anything, it was the truth.

 

“How much do you want to know?”

 

“Just the basics, I guess.”

 

“They were demons. Well, people possessed by demons.” The girl stared in thought for a moment before responding.

 

“Demons?” Dez nodded, surprised by the girl’s lack of panic. “Wow. Bummer. Alright, well, we’re going to go home now. I’m starving and I’ve had enough weird for one day.” She quickly looked to Vegas. “No offense.”

 

“None taken.”

 

“Before you leave, what’s the name of my bar?”

 

“Onyx, and it’s in New York.”

 

“Good. Okay, be safe.” Tessa took Kaitlyn by the arm and guided her out from behind the desk. The pair hurried out the door toward the exit of the building. Dez watched them go as she and Vegas strolled toward the same exit. She couldn’t imagine losing herself to an addiction, but over the centuries, she’d watched it happen to countless numbers. She watched it ruin lives and tear families apart. But there was something in Tessa’s eyes, a spark she didn’t want to see extinguished like so many before her. Tessa had hope. She’d recovered from an addiction that could have taken her life at any time, and now her path could lead anywhere.

 

“Are we taking in strays now?” Vegas cocked his eyebrow at her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

 

“No strays, smartass.”

 

“I know, I’m just playing with you. I think what you offered is sweet. I just don’t know where it came from. You don’t like people.”

 

“I don’t know. There is just something about her. Call it a gut feeling.”

 

“Good enough,” he replied, pulling her closer briefly to place a light kiss on her forehead.

 

“So, dark roast?”

 

“For starters, I am thinking a perfect cup of medium roast. Then, maybe a mocha latte or a classic cappuccino.”

 

“You’re going to be bouncing off the walls of the penthouse,” he said as they strolled toward the exit.

 

“I can think of a few ways to burn off the extra energy.”

 

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About Jena Gregoire:

 

Bestselling author JENA GREGOIRE was born and raised in New Hampshire, USA, and despite her abhorrence for any season which dares to drop to a temperature below seventy degrees, she still currently resides there with her two children and several furbabies. Always a passionate reader, her love of urban fantasy books inevitably morphed into a love of writing them. She is currently working on two series – the Hellfire series and the Executioner series.

 

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review 2018-12-30 22:34
Long Reign Buffy !?!
Buffy The Vampire Slayer: New School Nightmare - Carolyn Nowak
A good starting point for anyone who has not seen or read the previous Buffy The Vampire Slayer seasons. This would technically be a reboot or alternate history. Buffy Summers is starting a new middle school in Cleveland and finds out she is a vampire slayer. It’s hard to be a teen let alone a slayer but with her new female watcher and two best friends, a witch and a werewolf, she is not alone.

 

Buffy and the slayer mythology is about the only thing familiar with this graphic novel if you are a fan of the past Buffy The Vampire Slayer.  Now, I do not know if this is going to match the reboot that will be taking place on tv. I think probably not since the book has the blonde haired and white Buffy because it is rumored that the new tv series Buffy will be African American. ]

 

The art is quaint and there is nothing too racy for young kids. Since there are new characters interacting with Buffy it is all new to me, which did make it hard to put down and fun to read.

 

The story is cute and action-packed but as a Buffy fan, I did miss Willow, Xander, and Giles from the original group. I think is great that Buffy is coming back in some way, I just wish it a continuation or a new slayer rather than use Buffy again.

 

As Buffy The Vampire Slayer is a creation of Joss Whedon, I will probably support this version of Buffy and any others. So “Long Live Buffy!”... I guess.
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review 2018-12-13 18:02
not bad, but not really memorable
A Venetian Vampire - Michele Hauf

Full of vampire crazy sauce. Megalomaniacal vampire with homicidal urges who wants to use magic for more power, check. Namechecking famous people from the past who became vampires and whose nicknames are related to their former lives, check. Famous item that is a source of power, check. Michele Hauf is good at writing entertaining books that don't stand up to a huge amount of scrutiny but the ride is fun.

Dante D'Archangelo is looking to buy a faberge egg that he lost a few years ago in an auction. Kyler Cole is a much younger vampire who also wants it, when the two meet sparks fly. The adventure divides it's time between Paris and Venice and is a lot of fun.

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review 2018-12-03 18:45
THE TRAVELING VAMPIRE SHOW by Richard Laymon
The Traveling Vampire Show - Richard Laymon

As I was listening to this, I came to realize that I've read it before. A few things, like the name Julian Striker and one of the character's sisters rang a bell with me. Other than that, because I have a mind like a steel sieve, the rest of the story seemed new, so I went with it. Now that's it over, I am glad that I read it while at the same time I wish I ditched it. As you can see, I'm torn.

 

What I liked: The beginning. The coming of age portion-kids walking around and learning about the town, popping into each of their houses...these things I enjoyed. Unfortunately, they were a very small portion of the book. I did enjoy the narrator, though the quality of the recording itself didn't seem as good as others I've listened to recently.

 

What I didn't like: The sexy-times coming of age portions. One or two would have been fine, but at times, it seemed like the majority of the book was talking about hard-ons and breasts. Especially breasts. Every single woman in this book had time dedicated to her breasts. I mean, I HAVE breasts. I LIKE them. But J.H.C.- enough already!

 

Ahem. Okay-what I didn't like (continued): This entire book took place in one day, which was fine. However, it seemed like out of 404 pages, 325 were taken up just getting TO THE SHOW. Lastly, once they got there the situation spiraled out of control and became completely unbelievable. There's just....no way. I understand I'm reading a book about vampires, but believe me when I say there are believable stories about them and this one isn't it. (Kelli Owen's TEETH perhaps, or Yvonne Navarro's AFTERAGE for example.) I can disregard the realism factor if the book is intriguing or interesting in other areas. This one is not.

 

I rated THE TRAVELING VAMPIRE SHOW 2.5 stars, because I do feel it is representative of horror being written at that time, (2000-2001), and in a way, it is often thought of as a classic of the horror genre. I wanted to rate it higher than that, but I'm sorry to say that this tale didn't earn it.

 

I can't say that I recommend this, but I AM glad that I finally read it, (or re-read it, as the case may be), because I would forever be wondering about it, if I hadn't.

 

Source: I bought this audiobook with my hard earned cash.

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