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The Vampire Armand (The Vampire Chronicles, Book 6)
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<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31332.The_Vampire_Armand?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="The Vampire Armand (The Vampire Chronicles, Book 6)" border="0" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/books/1168274769m/31332.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31332.The_Vampire_Armand?utm_medium=api&utm_source=blog_review">The Vampire Armand</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7577.Anne_Rice">Anne Rice</a><br/><br/>
  <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/21562325?utm_medium=api&utm_source=blog_review"><h3>My review</h3></a>
  rating: 5 of 5 stars<br/>The Apassionata has been the official soundtrack of this book ever since Armand described how wonderful it was Sybelle playing it. I confess that my very favorite sonata from Beethoven has always been the joyful and sarcastic Pathétique; but, yes, I agree that the first one fits better the waves of different feelings Anne Rice was able to depict in another good novel. And as I have always been very fond of the imaginary surrounding the Vampires, of course it was yet a great pleasure reading this diary. As I told you personally, dear friend, you gave me a rather pornographic book. But don't be sorry and, please, don't blush like that. The images are very well placed; how could she write about the life of a Russian boy saved from captivity by an antique Roman senator in the XV century Venice without mentioning their beautiful intimacy of master and pupil developing also to a sexual partnership? Oh, and how wonderfully Roman Marius is. My adored and beloved Marius. It was wonderful meeting him again. I never read Rice's books in the right order since I prefer to dive into her shadows with eyes folded. I prefer to savor every paragraph with that highly anticipated feeling. And up until now I had had great surprises; this book being centered upon Armand's vision of Marius was - of course - the greatest. At least until she decided to drop from the top of her researches and run almost sloppily with the narrative, as usual. However, this always happens when she is reaching the XX century, so I wonder if it was deliberate - to show us the speed of our times compared to the classic eras where most of her characters came from. Or even if it was meant to be like that since her books are the result of old thoughts and thus come always in kaleidoscopic images. For that matter, I like Armand's way of thinking and, curiously, we have similar concepts of what people call faith. He is not my favorite, but not the least adored Child of Night from this author either. I can understand why his master loves him so; he is utterly lovable in essence. But still, I envy Pandora more than him for how Marius loves her. Or I do for now, because I haven't read his own diary yet. I am curious, painfully curious to read his vision of all things I saw through the eyes of so many others. I am thirsty for his own picture of himself as I am sure I'll find many similar things between us. We are Historians, after all, and we seem to love books more than anything else in the world. We are lonely creatures, although we love and inspire love in others. But is only inside our study room, close to our rolls of parchment, our ink and quill that we truly find peace. I wish I could read his mind now. Unfortunately, though, History awaits for me. I've been neglecting her for two or more weeks because of him, so I ought to go back and be with her a little while praying to find Marius' book on a shelf next time I visit a bookstore.<br/><br/>"I know history, I read it as others read their Bibles and I will not be satisfied until I have unearthed all stories that are written and knowable, and cracket the codes of all cultures that had left me any tentalizing evidence that I might pry loose from earth or stone or papyrus or clay." (...) "I know nothing because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will". Marius de Romanus, pages 449 and 451.
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** spoiler alert ** The Apassionata has been the official soundtrack of this book ever since Armand described how wonderful it was Sybelle playing it. I confess that my very favorite sonata from Beethoven has always been the joyful and sarcastic Pathétique; but, yes, I agree that the first one fits better the waves of different feelings Anne Rice was able to depict in another good novel. And as I have always been very fond of the imaginary surrounding the Vampires, of course it was yet a great pleasure reading this diary. As I told you personally, dear friend, you gave me a rather pornographic book. But don't be sorry and, please, don't blush like that. The images are very well placed; how could she write about the life of a Russian boy saved from captivity by an antique Roman senator in the XV century Venice without mentioning their beautiful intimacy of master and pupil developing also to a sexual partnership? Oh, and how wonderfully Roman Marius is. My adored and beloved Marius. It was wonderful meeti...more The Apassionata has been the official soundtrack of this book ever since Armand described how wonderful it was Sybelle playing it. I confess that my very favorite sonata from Beethoven has always been the joyful and sarcastic Pathétique; but, yes, I agree that the first one fits better the waves of different feelings Anne Rice was able to depict in another good novel. And as I have always been very fond of the imaginary surrounding the Vampires, of course it was yet a great pleasure reading this diary. As I told you personally, dear friend, you gave me a rather pornographic book. But don't be sorry and, please, don't blush like that. The images are very well placed; how could she write about the life of a Russian boy saved from captivity by an antique Roman senator in the XV century Venice without mentioning their beautiful intimacy of master and pupil developing also to a sexual partnership? Oh, and how wonderfully Roman Marius is. My adored and beloved Marius. It was wonderful meeting him again. I never read Rice's books in the right order since I prefer to dive into her shadows with eyes folded. I prefer to savor every paragraph with that highly anticipated feeling. And up until now I had had great surprises; this book being centered upon Armand's vision of Marius was - of course - the greatest. At least until she decided to drop from the top of her researches and run almost sloppily with the narrative, as usual. However, this always happens when she is reaching the XX century, so I wonder if it was deliberate - to show us the speed of our times compared to the classic eras where most of her characters came from. Or even if it was meant to be like that since her books are the result of old thoughts and thus come always in kaleidoscopic images. For that matter, I like Armand's way of thinking and, curiously, we have similar concepts of what people call faith. He is not my favorite, but not the least adored Child of Night from this author either. I can understand why his master loves him so; he is utterly lovable in essence. But still, I envy Pandora more than him for how Marius loves her. Or I do for now, because I haven't read his own diary yet. I am curious, painfully curious to read his vision of all things I saw through the eyes of so many others. I am thirsty for his own picture of himself as I am sure I'll find many similar things between us. We are Historians, after all, and we seem to love books more than anything else in the world. We are lonely creatures, although we love and inspire love in others. But is only inside our study room, close to our rolls of parchment, our ink and quill that we truly find peace. I wish I could read his mind now. Unfortunately, though, History awaits for me. I've been neglecting her for two or more weeks because of him, so I ought to go back and be with her a little while praying to find Marius' book on a shelf next time I visit a bookstore.

"I know history, I read it as others read their Bibles and I will not be satisfied until I have unearthed all stories that are written and knowable, and cracket the codes of all cultures that had left me any tentalizing evidence that I might pry loose from earth or stone or papyrus or clay." (...) "I know nothing because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will". Marius de Romanus, pages 449 and 451....less

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