Aside from a bit of an odd dry spell after Lestat rises and begins to recount his past—where he’s a really boring loner boy—this was better than Interview on all fronts. It is more self indulgent, too, going on tangents and digressions, sometimes in other perspectives. But those sections were all very interesting to me, as they addressed the worldbuilding questions that were fostered in the first book, and the setup for this book, pretty well begs.

Frank Muller remains one of the best narrators of a book too. Simon Vance, a staple of the vocation, sounds almost lifeless in comparison. Muller captures the sensual qualities and is excellent at differentiating the characters.

This is the second book but also has a pretty massive hook for the third one. Maybe the first one was written as though a follow up was not secured. This one does wrap up most of what is happening, but in the meta context, when we are not in the past, not much of a plot unfolds. It essentially builds to a cliffhanger and then leaves. It’s effective, I’ll give it that. But I do prefer more standalone plots, even within series. I wonder how many of these Muller got to…