The writing is OK, but not great.
The characters are a mixed bag, but the ones that are supposed to be likable are, which is a big plus over Twilight. I think there were more than necessary, but not so many that it was hard to remember who’s who.
The plot was jerky. The initial murder mystery gets brushed aside by another plotline and then suddenly resolved mid-book with a chapter that essentially starts: “I didn’t know it at the time, but the following had happened and so-and-so killed so-and-so…” It left me wondering if this is what the author intended from the beginning or just got too swept up in the second storyline.
The vampire mythos was refreshing. The book depicts vampires (or at least reformed vampires) as weak and constantly ill, subsisting on guinea pigs and being extremely dependent. The protagonist actually writes vampire fiction about super-powered vampires as an escape from how pathetic her own existence is. It’s refreshing because it doesn’t take the easy roads other books do. “All vampires are evil,” is easy. “I’m good and only live on animal blood, but I’m still superman,” is easy and ludicrous.
Overall grade: B
I don’t know if this book is for everyone, but if you like a little humor and won’t mind sad-sack vampires, give it a whirl. I think it should be accessible to teens and adults, as the main character is a perpetual teenager, but is also 51 years old.