Thursday, March 10, 2011
Imagine you're a vampire. You're urbane, handsome, arrogant and immortal. You're a tremendous smartass. You wear fine leather and drive an expensive sportscar. You're on your way to a ritzy party at your (female) Maker's hideaway, hoping to get a little sex, a little blood. All good, right?
Except somewhere in rural Ohio -- and I mean REALLY rural Ohio -- your GPS goes kaput and you get hopelessly lost. You stop at an abandoned gas station hoping to find a map and--whammo--you're attacked by something big and clawed and a whole lot badder than you, with only a backwoods human girl for protection. And she doesn't like you.
Then, for some mysterious reason, you can't leave town. When you get to the town limits you find yourself back where you started--turns out nobody's been able to leave Penance, Ohio, for five years. Suddenly, you're stuck in a hellish Mayberry full of Barney Fifes and Ellie Maes with pitchforks, tar, and feathers--all mad because they can't leave either, and the Big Bad "It" monster is after you all.
And there you have American Vampire. Don't worry--those weren't spoilers.
I went into this book expecting...I don't know, a romance maybe, a horror story, a rural version of an urban fantasy. And I got them all. But the sum is greater than the parts. The solid writing and razor-sharp humor made this one of the most enjoyable books I've devoured in a while. Grif is the funniest vampire since...oh, maybe Eric Northman, except maybe not quite as sexy but a whole lot snarkier.
The book is horrific and scary and hilarious all at the same time--and that's a hard feat to pull off. I can highly recommend this one if you like your vampires with a bit of attitude and not so much smolder.
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