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.

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really boring porn

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

I like the voice in Lestat and the backstory in Queen, but I think Interview is the best overall.

No surprise...I'm with Deb here. And seeing her interviewed made the hate So. Much. Worse. Cause she's all "I'm a writer...dig me being deep and mysterious." Ugh.

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.

Yes, that's the one! And yes, it's ever so much a Dracula Sue.

I've read huge quantities of Anne Rice and everything Laurel K. Hamilton's published. Not that I'm necessarily proud of this (although both had their entertaining points or I wouldn't have kept on), I'm just saying my willingness to get through a book in search of gay porn shouldn't be underestimated. Bound in Blood? I think I made it through 20 pages.

Oooo, are we mocking Laurell K. Hamilton? I sent all the ones I have/had to Deena when I realized I could no longer stand to read one through all the way anymore--except "Obsidian Butterfly," and that's more for Edward than anything else.

I really liked LKH when she started out -- lots of nitpicks, but Anita was lots of fun.

Now I still read her, but mainly so I can come here and snark companionably with y'all about the latest book.