So Anne Rice lost her marbles there for a while. I read Blackwood Farm, but took a sabbatical from her work after that. And was only reading her novels sporadically at that point. I recently picked up Wolf Gift. And I will say that the writing is spot on. Just like reading one of her old novels.
But I've discovered I'm not a teenager anymore. Sadly, I've outgrown Anne Rice. Everyone has ridiculous amounts of money. People who work hard aren't necessarily made fun of, but there's a certain negativity to having a strong work ethic. Lives that center around art and collecting clutter are glorified. Pages and pages of description of this hording mantra. Did I really used to like this? And oh, it's so obvious Reuben is turning into a werewolf. Turning into a werewolf is pretty much turning into a vampire, just hairier. The reason I didn't touch Christ Out of Egypt was because I was pretty sure it was The Vampire Jesus Christ.
I decided to put it down 100 pages in . . . I'm both ashamed of myself for not finishing the book and heartbroken that one of my favorites is part of my past and won't be going forward with me into the future.
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