I am not a fan of vampire novels - not because of the characters themselves but ... authors tend to portrait them as so blimey sensitive that it is impossible.

They are immortals (or near-immortals), they've seen empires and civilizations rise and fall, they have the urge to kill people or make them vampires by sucking their blood but they are sooo sensitive it is unbelievable.

Whenever I read about immortal men and women I compare the work against Wagner's Kane - much more believable "immortal" character, one that has been there, did that and looks at all the others as mere pawns, time-limited acquaintances. Don't get me wrong he does get in love, has passion but he is simply ..... bored because he can foresee what comes next because he saw it before.

Lestat is similar character, rebel in soul, adventurer and murderer but vampire with doubts regarding the religion .... vampire in spiritual crisis. Interesting premise and interesting story - I enjoyed it.

What I cannot understand is why is Lestat's character so emotional - he kills people for centuries in order to survive but suffers immensely every time he draws blood? Little silly in my opinion but OK. I don't say he has to be a brute, a killer - there are numerous novels about similar characters who end up in spiritual crisis but who have a stand, a look at the world, who did horrible things and know it - you don't have to like them but you can understand them and their views. But Lestat is so emotional, so unstable that when everybody around him remembers his feats and adventures you simply cannot link those events to Lestat character.

Story is OK, plot is interesting (especially like the twist) but Lestat's character and pretty rushed ending kinda ruin it a bit for me.



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not my favorite of the series,? ( )

So great. Reminiscent of Milton. I loved it. ( )

Lestat el vampiro vaga a través del tiempo y el espacio. Sus más de doscientos años de antigüedad en el reino de la noche le han dado una fuerza y un conocimiento que están más allá de lo humanamente posible. Ahora, Lestat cree que ya ha agotado la fuente del conocimiento y que sólo le queda vivir las noches con la mayor placidez posible. Pero una oscura presencia le persigue y el poder de Lestat es insufienciente...

by far the best that Anne Rice wrote.

Too bad she only writes about god now! ( )