Carpools & PTA Meetings: Just A Day in the Life of a Vampire P.I.
Somewhat curiously, a lot of people live and die for vampire books. (Okay, maybe-- hopefully --the reality isn’t quite as dramatic as life-and-death... but, still, you know the person I’m talking about, right? The one who will read anything, no matter how atrocious, so long as it features their favorite creature of the night?) Such people can-- and invariably do , if you’re around them long enough --rhapsodize for hours about the “dreaminess” of vamps... from their perfect, alabaster skin (conveniently ignoring the reality of how it would feel to hug such marble-chilliness), to the romantic nature of their only-after-dark lifestyles ( seriously? as though a life lived primarily without ever seeing the sun sounds do-able?), to their overall beauty (because everyone knows that NO ONE is writing books about vamps who look anything like Bela Lugosi these days, pfft). Then, of course, there’s the whole issue of blood to deal with ( or not , as is generally the case with all but the...