I haven;' written blog posts about books in AGES.

I mean, I can write about many of the books I've read within the past three months of so, but I'd bored you all, cause they're all by the same author, and with the same SPECIES of characters. Or at least, they're in the same series, which is magnificently long. It is the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice.

Hey, her books are cheaper than frickin Jeffrey Eugenides' & Fitzgerald's, and entertainment wise it's more of my level. I'm not suitable for literature just right now. Hoo ha. I have a record of three (3) right now, the first three of the series, which I can never find in the library which peeves me off to no end. So I bought them.

Problem solved.

I only finished the last book (Queen of the Damned) today. Yeah yeah, legasp. I'm a tad slow. Make that very slow.

I love the ending! Somehow, I learn from the main character (Lestat) in terms of finding great amusement when his fledgeling (Louis can be considered his -- blargh -- lover, but they don't actually LOVE do they?) gets angry. Here's a quote from the very last page of the book:

"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! you are the devil himself!"

"Yes I know," I said, loving to look at him, to see the anger pump him so full of life. "And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!"

Hello Lestat, you are like one of the many favourite protagonists I have.
Louis, you too.


But today, I wanted to talk about The Tale of Despereaux, french accent not included. Then I got lazy, so here's just the cover...



And here's a tip: it may be found on the children's shelf, but it's a... hmm... philosophical illustrated book for teenagers adults, disguised as a childrens' book.

And btw, the movie sucks. Read the book. It won't kill you.