Every time I come back to Vampire Chronicles (and somehow I always do) I remember how much I hate Lestat as a person and a character and how much I hate that ALL the other vampires just LET him do whatever he pleases, no matter if it happened to be good for the rest of them or not. Especially for as feeble an excuse as they all seem to have had.

This book is, of course, a final nail in the coffin to my hatred of Lestat. The vampires most certainly have made their beds this time. Lestat is a scoundrel, and unfortunately, they can no longer back out and destroy him for the stupid things he's done.

However, I do so enjoy the portrayal of the vampires in the Vampire Chronicles series, because their struggles over losing their humanity seem so real to me. I love knowing the problems they possess upon dying and becoming vampires, and the utter stigma that they are constantly trying to overcome with their own existence, and being damned for all eternity by God.

Besides this, Anne Rice does a remarkable job portraying the horror of what an existence drinking blood to survive truly is. She does not shy away from the need for blood, or how it is obtained. Her craftsmanship at portraying so fully the immersive life of a vampire is what brings me back to her stories again and again, despite my utter loathing of her main character, the Brat Prince, Lestat.