If it offended you, steer clear because this won’t be the book for you. There are vampire cats, rats, and birds a Samurai-sword-wielding old guy UV-light jackets and dusters UV, um, bazookas? that rack up serious points in the vampire elimination game vampires climbing face first down walls a la Dracula a fortune-teller who actually gets it right but doesn’t understand any of it a sea captain named Kona who speaks like a Rasta truly crazy vampires and overseeing it all is The Emperor of San Francisco, protector of Alcatraz, Sausalito, and Treasure Island and his two loyal men, Bummer and Lazarus. She intimidates the hell out of Foo-Dog, her manga-haired love monkey. The result is occasionally, almost accidentally, funny, in the style of the brain-dead sitcoms of network television. Moore relies on stereotypes, clichés, and generally very lazy types of humour. Chick.Ībby is hilarious! I loved her in You Suck: A Love Story and I was thrilled when I found out that she tells most of this newest story. In general, though, these are not the Moore books that I want people reading. A giant shaved vampire cat named Chet is stalking the San Francisco night? Puh-leeze.Įxcept that leaves out Abby Normal, Emergency Backup Mistress of the Greater Bay Area Night. A synopsis is going to make it sound ridiculous. I don’t think I can even begin to explain the appeal of these books.
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