Rereading.

A while ago, probably on a Monday, I wrote that I was rereading Anne Rice’s The Vampire Lestat. I have it in hardcover. It’s big and heavy. I had to use a reading light to read in bed and whenever I would finish for the night, I would have to stretch and gently lay the book on our tile floor so that it wouldn’t “thunk” and wake my husband.

But, dear readers, I did finish. It took a little longer than anticipated, but doesn’t everything? I’ll say, I’m glad I reread it. My brain forgot so much in the two decades since I’d read it the first time.

It’s Lestat’s autobiography. And as expected, he is loquacious in his telling. Understandable, he’s been around a very long time and many things have happened. The only parts I remembered before reopening the book were the beginning and the end. So, actually, it was sort of like reading a new book because even though I had a vague recollection of the outcome, I couldn’t remember how we got there. And now that I’ve read it again, I realize that I remembered Nicolas. And Gabrielle. And Marius. And of course, Those Who Must Be Kept. I always felt bad for Nicolas.

I won’t give too much away if you haven’t read it. But, I think that if you read it years ago and enjoyed it but forgot it like I did, read it again. You’ll remember why you hated Lestat from Interview with the Vampire, but you’ll also remember why he is so charming. I don’t think I’m his biggest fan, I always found him petulant and demanding, but I would say I have a better understanding of him now. And rereading, especially as an adult who’s had a little bit of experience with life (but a fraction of a second in Lestat’s world), I feel differently about him and the way he sees his world. I see his anguish and his desire to bring things to light, which is admirable. He fights for what he believes is right and fair, damn the consequences. [I’m being intentionally vague: no spoilers.] Also, I can’t remember what happens in later books. So, I’ve got some more reading to do! I expect my thoughts on Lestat will change again.

What have you reread that you were glad you did, or that you got something new out of?

My First.

The first vampire novel I remember reading was a pretty obvious choice, at least for my generation: Interview with the Vampire, by Anne Rice. I was twenty-something, living in Chicago and Anne Rice’s words and imagery were exactly the elixirs I needed and didn’t even know I’d been looking for my whole life.

Continue reading “My First.”

Inspiration.

Today, I’d like to talk about one of my favorite authors: Anne Rice.

The featured image was first used in a post about how I came to be in possession of the books shown. Click here to read it.

When I was 20 or so, a friend of mine lent me her copy of Interview with the Vampire. I devoured it. I couldn’t get enough of Louis and Claudia. Even Lestat, bad guy that he was, got under my skin and found a permanent place in my heart. I had never read anything like it. And to find out there was a series and a whole universe of the sexy, mysterious, melancholic vampires out there. I needed to know more, to read more, about them.

Over the years, I’ve read several other vampire authors, and don’t get me wrong, I love finding a new series or a new author, but I can never forget the influence that Anne Rice has had on me and on my writing.

Who are your influences? Or, do you find yourself gravitating toward the same person, writing style, genre? Leave me a comment and let me know.

A Sign.

One person’s trash is another person’s treasure:

I couldn’t believe my luck. I opened facebook, as you do, and happened upon a post in a neighborhood page. It didn’t have anything to do with anything I was interested in, but for some reason, I clicked on it, then kept scrolling through that page.

Three posts down, my heart skipped a beat. My palms got a little sweaty. I felt warm all over. The post read something like, “FREE – 10 Anne Rice books.” There was a picture.

AR Books
I took this picture once I got them home and had a chance to take a good look at them.

There they were. In all their hardbound glory. My eyes searched the post. How long ago had it been posted? Had anyone liked it yet? Were there any comments? Did it really say FREE? I checked over and over; all of this took only a few seconds, but it felt longer.

I replied, as quickly as my fingers could fly across the keyboard, “Are these still available? If so, I would like them, please.”

<Keep your cool, Kristy. Don’t freak out. Breathe.>

I distracted myself by scrolling through my newsfeed, pretending to be completely disinterested in the result of my reply.

Totally. Not. Interested.

Ten minutes later, I heard the little “bleep-boop” indicating I had a message waiting for me in messenger. It’s cool. No big deal. They’re probably already gone anyway.

“I’ll leave them in a box on my porch, what time would like to come get them?”

<OMG> <pause> <pause> <pause>

“Um, I’ll be by later this afternoon.”

<That was totally chill, well done.>

*

A dozen books. By one of the greats. By someone whose writing started it all for me.

Anne Rice. The Vampire Chronicles. Those books are my inspiration. They fed my soul when I was younger, and I can’t wait to dive back into them now.

This must be some sort of sign. Right?

 

PS. Thanks, Anne.

 

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑