Pun Salad

[Playing catchup with my neglected book and movie blogging today.]

I'm not a fan of horror books, but that preference is easily trumped for my author-love for Christopher Moore.

His heroine here is the lovely Jody, an insurance company underling, trying to become upwardly mobile in big bad San Francisco, perpetually disappointed and disrespected in her love life. But one fateful night she's grabbed by an ancient vampire, and wakes up as that sort of undead being herself.

She decides she needs a Renfield to go along with her new status, and settles on C. Thomas Flood, a kid just into town from the Midwest. He's aspiring to be a writer, although he seems to have more aspiration than actual talent. So he takes a job as a night manager at a local supermarket, in charge of the Animals, a motley squad of losers who'd rather spend time turkey-bowling.

Here's a line at which I laughed out loud: "A collective gasp rose from the crew as the fourteen-pound, self-basting, fresh-frozen projectile of wholesome savory goodness plowed into the soap bottles like a freight train into a chorus line of drunken grandmothers."

Jody and Tommy have an uneasy partnership: they need to discover under what rules her vampirosity is governed, they need to come to an understanding about the nature of their relationship, and they need to thwart the demon that vampirized Jody, who continues to stalk the SF streets.

Bloodsucking Fiends is the first book of a series, so I'll be putting the others into my virtual to-be-read pile.