So, if Vampires show up in photographs but not in mirrors (as in the Jossverse), does a photograph of a vampire reflect in a mirror?

Oh, and did I mention the amazing singing voice that witnesses remember after several decades? And infallible taste in art? And, psychic powers! I don't remember if his eyes were an extraordinary color, or if he could talk to ponies.

so, sort of a Dracula Sue?

Bound in Blood: The Erotic Journey of a Vampire

I read this! I'm pretty sure I read this...does it have two guys on the front cover? I got so excited when I saw this, I was all "Gay Vampire Snuff Porn in the library!"

And then I read it.

It's quite possibly the only vampire book I've ever not been able to finish.

I have a stack of them. I really need to take them to Half Price Books and sell 'em back.

(Speaking of vampire books I have not finished, is I, Vampire by Michael Romkey worth finishing? I got about two chapers in and was NOT compelled to keep reading.)

(Speaking of vampire books I have not finished, is I, Vampire by Michael Romkey worth finishing? I got about two chapers in and was NOT compelled to keep reading.)

One of the very few books I've ever quit reading was Interview with the Vampire. I tried it out in junior high or high school, and I got forty pages in and I was so bored. I wanted to read about vampires, not...whatever the hell she was writing about instead.

So, if Vampires show up in photographs but not in mirrors (as in the Jossverse), does a photograph of a vampire reflect in a mirror?

See our discussion of this from last night.

One of the very few books I've ever quit reading was Interview with the Vampire.

Ditto. I have found Anne Rice about as readable as stale kedgeree from day one. She compels me to nothing but annoyed yawns, resentment of time I will never get back, and a fervent desire to smack her until she agrees to let a competent editor deal with her stuff.

I actually like The Vampire Lestat and Queen of the Dammed better than Interview.

People kept telling me to read Lestat. Problem is, by the time I was halfway through Interview, I so cordially disliked the woman's style and prose that the idea of reading more of her made me want to eat my own head.

A year or so later, succumbing to my normally sane sister's bullying, I read The feast of All Saints. Since the first thing I remember actually happening in the damned thing was a particularly brutal rape along around page three hundred and something? I seriously thought about eating my sister's head.

I have never yet felt moved to try her again. She's like boring molasses. And for heaven's sake, the woman writes boring porn. If that isn't illegal, it ought to be.

bing bing bing

really boring porn