For the love of vampires
So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil...
-Lestat
I got this book as a Christmas gift when I was a geeky thirteen-year-old. It was given to me by a bestfriend who also wore braces and although she didnt love this as much as I did, I was grateful just the same.There was only one person though, who was an avid fan as I was and as we dissected every bit of her books, everyone else was uninterested.
So we chatted, raved and ranted about the Savage Garden, Mona, Marius, Michael, Bianca, and every vampire we hoped would come alive.
After almost a decade or so since I wept over these vampires, believed that only Chubby and I were the only mortals in our classroom who appreciated Anne Rice, eventually fallen out of love for these books, the bestfriend and the fellow fanatic, I meet this crazy punk guitarist proclaiming he loved the exact same book I have already forgotten. How I shivered at the thought - there is too much we have in common.