Isn’t it great when you read a book by an author you’re unfamiliar with and love it so much that you immediately want to start reading every book they’ve ever written? The author I’m talking about here is Christopher Moore and I’ve just read his book, Bloodsucking Fiends. Chances are that you’re already familiar with the popular author, but he’s new to me and I can only describe him as Joss Whedon mixed with Douglas Adams. I think I’m in love.
Bloodsucking Fiends is a love story (sort of) between newly turned vampire Jody and her minion/boyfriend Tommy. Jody is still figuring the whole vampire thing out and Tommy is useful both as a boyfriend and at running errands in the daytime. Poor Tommy can’t say no to her because he’s smitten with the redheaded vampire. He’s an aspiring writer who works the nightshift at the local Safeway with a hilarious crew of stoners called the Animals. Also involved in the story is a homeless man who everyone refers to as The Emperor of San Francisco (he says, “It could be worse, I suppose. I could be the Emperor of Oakland”) and his two dogs, Lazarus and Bummer.
If you want to laugh your butt off and have even a teensy bit of interest in vampires, you seriously need to get Bloodsucking Fiends. A book hasn’t made me laugh so much since I last read David Sedaris. It’s absurdist humor, which I don’t always like, but the characters and dialogue are just so funny that I found I wasn’t too concerned with the plausibility of the plot. I can’t recommend Bloodsucking Fiends enough—even if you’re burned out on the whole vampire genre, I think you’ll find this very different from your typical vampire fiction.
Bloodsucking Fiends is the first in a trilogy and is followed by You Suck and Bite Me. After one book, I think I’m hooked on Christopher Moore and I can’t wait to read more.
Quotes from Bloodsucking Fiends:
Over the next half hour the two men ran Tommy through the fatherly version of good-cop-bad-cop, or perhaps Joe McCarthy versus Santa Claus. Their interrogation determined that: Yes, Tommy did like girls and cars. No, he was not, nor had he ever been, a member of the Communist party. And yes, he was going to pursue a career as a writer, regardless of the lack of AFL-CIO affiliation.
She thought, I can read small print in the dark, I can see heat coming off a hiding rat from a hundred yards, and I still can’t put on mascara without poking myself in the eye.
He wanted to come to her aid. He wanted to make peace. He wanted to hide in the corner. He wanted to wade in and kick ass. He weighed his polite upbringing against the anarchists, rebels, and iconoclasts who were his heroes. He could eat this woman alive. He was a writer and words were his weapons. She wouldn’t have a chance. He’d destroy her.
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Rating: 5 out of 5 Stars | Publisher: Simon & Schuster | Pages: 304 | Source: Purchased | Buy on Amazon