Blackwood Farm, Anne Rice

I don't know why I read this. I didn't want to. I needed a book to read on the plane and this one wasn't even a handy paperback, since I got it in the library. It's a terrible book. Anne Rice's original books about vampires at least had the advantage of being something new in the world of vampire fiction; the glow is definitely off. Unless you are a die-hard fan of Rice or have some kind of serious vampire fixation, do something fun like clean your bathroom with the time you would have wasted reading this.

Oh, the plot? Well, a fabulously weathly and beautiful young man is made unwillingly into a vampire. The real problems start when the spirit that has been attached to him since a boy (well, of course there was a spirit attached to him!) gets a taste for blood. Enter the vampire Lestat (you remember Lestat, don't you?) and about 500 pages of excrutiatingly boring and decidedly distasteful family history before they solve his little problem and go off to have their little vampire sex party.

Posted by supersusie at December 27, 2003 6:15 PM