No response. Hmmm.
I couldn’t put it down, as they say - and not simply for fear of it breaking whatever foot it landed on. With all the Gothic/Vampire/bodice ripper stuff out there - I thought it was wonderful (notice, not great, but wonderful). Ugly, glowing, fierce, hungry mutants. What’s not to like?
The age old premise (scientists hankering for really long, if not eternal life, but wait, then the military gets into the act) gone haywire and now we have very pissed off, powerful vampires/apocalypse - good summer stuff. (Didn’t know that little gland behind your breast bone was so important, did you?)
And you have to love what has become of my home town, New Orleans - even before the “vampires” come on the scene. I wonder where I moved to, if I survived Hurricane Vanessa?)
This probably is old news, but in tracking down the remaining 11 (or is it 12? super duper vampires, look at all the cool places the good guys get to go (the home towns of the really bad guys - and they all appear to be males, given that all, save one, was a mass murderer - or the equivalent of).
And Justin Cronin - a $3,500,000 advance on the trilogy and a $1,500,000 payment for the movie rights - to be directed by Ridley Scott no less. Way to go. (Where’s my writing tablet?)