I was stuck in a library waiting and had nothing to read. I picked this up thinking 'Ancient Egypt, the undead, how can it be bad?' without looking at the author.

After first few pages I checked. Oh dear.

I really do not like Anne Rice.

It was in reading this book for a few hours stuck in a library and continuing out of an awful sense of self harm that I realised that Anne Rice wants to be immortal. She doesn't care how she manages to do it, she wants to be undead. Not in the horror awful monster way either, as she romanticizes the awesome classic villain archetype. But in a beautiful way. And I'm pretty sure she wants to be a gay man.