This had been in my TBR pile for ages, & it had come highly recommended. Looks like a stylish vampire story, but... It kind of falls short. The editing is horrible--lots of misspelled words, even misnumbered pages. And the story's really uneven. It's kind of like a cross between MJD's Betsy stories and Ann Rice, and it's not sure which it wants to be. Lots of threads that are left up in the air. Frex, a huge buildup to how to make a human servant, and then it's just dropped. Lots of talk about the heroine not knowing anything about being a vampire, but she never learns, either. It seems really amateurish, but also the kind of book that people will praise very highly because of that, and also to prove how open-minded they are (the secondary vampire characters are lesbians). ( )

One moment 37-year-old Allison is crying in her tequila in a country-western joint; the next, she's a vampire. After coming to her senses about how to survive as the newbie undead, she meets up with various bizarre inhabitants of southern California nightlife.

The smart ass tone of the novel saves it for me but otherwise pretty plotless, which is a rare complaint for a book that is only 220 pages. But the worst fault in my mind is that every single character is a stereotype. ( )