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This is a terrible book. Nearly all of the characters were caricatures straight out of Central Casting, or TV Tropes. We had the Wise Old Guy, the Street-Smart Shitkicker, The Brain, and The Chick. Oh, and speaking of The Chick, there were two: the love interest of the Brain and the nagging, irrational Ex-Wife -- because Ex-Wives must never be charming and smart -- mother of The Wesley Crusher son of The Brain. The whole book reads as though somebody figured out how to do Novel-By-Numbers and made a bestseller out of it. Wait. That's probably exactly what happened. (i.e., book packager)

So why three stars? Because I couldn't put the damn thing down. -_- Even bought the sequel (and devoured it too); how bizarre is that? It's terrible, but riveting. The fresh take on vampirism -- which I didn't think I would care about because I DON'T LIKE VAMPIRE NOVELS -- was enough to keep me reading despite the wooden characterization and leaden prose. And then somehow I started liking the damn thing. I never liked the "good guys", kept hoping for them to die -- but the villains were so much worse that I kept hoping for them to die first. Eventually I was just reading to enjoy every single character's death. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS.

But any book that hooked me this hard deserves at least three stars, so here they are. Oy vey.