I should give this book one of my one star snark fest reviews. But my love and nostalgia for the first book in the series convinced me to add on another star. Besides, if Moore would have just deleted all references and conversations involving the most annoying character in all of literature, the book would have been much better (and, also, about five pages.)
Alas, this book was mostly written as the Live Journal of Abby Normal (real name is Allison Green, I think, but honestly, the field where I grow my fucks about this character is completely barren and the earth salted). She’s 17 and every stereotype of an emo/goth girl in the early aughts. She desperately needs to get hooked on Ritalin or Quaaludes or both.
The first two books focused on the new vampire lives of Jody, a red headed 20 something turned into a creature of the night that grows into herself, and Tommy, a 19 year old slacker going to write the great American novel. They spend most of this book trapped in a bronze statue, which is probably the best way to get through this one. There’s a vampire cat named Chet that’s turning the city’s cat population into the undead and simultaneously solving the homelessness problem. Chet, for all that he is the big bad of the book, gets maybe ten pages? Seriously, this book is Abby drama from start to finish. Anything remotely interested gets barely touched on before pages need to redirected and devoted to Abby’s issues.
