Always looking for new vampire tales, I found the preview of this book very intriguing. But, could the rest deliver?
Energetic throughout, with a rich vein of mordant humour, the tale gives the accepted vampire myth a wholly original treatment, while creating all sorts of new mythology along the way. For instance, Connie's vampirism is an inherited trait, which responds to medication. While if she consumes garlic and any type of cola together, it will make her appear transparent in photos. Or, as she says when this happens, "Damn me too, for allowing free dessert to induce reckless forgetfulness, along with a calorie overdose."
In the end, Connie is just a normal woman, who has learned to listen to her inner-vampire. A woman who defines herself in terms of what she does and where she's going, not where she came from. Like her Uncle Bob, described by Connie's next door neighbour as "...the foulest creature... Like a man... though with unshod, cloven hooves for feet, and a face like a goat, with an evil stare." When told that Uncle Bob is not a demon, the next door neighbour asks, "Then what are you?" To which Uncle Bob replies, "A DJ."
Can blood be drunk in self-defence? What can a part-vampire expect when she dies? What does folk-metal, as played by spirit beings and a vampire drummer, sound like? You'll have to read the complete story for the answers, and I thoroughly recommend that you do. Perhaps the plot is best summed up by Connie's comment, while in bat form and trapped in a bat sanctuary - "Squeak squeak."