I need to compose my thoughts. Equals I'll be back to this when I shake my bloodlust.
BUT, OH MY FREAKING CHEESECAKE.
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What happens when you visit an old flame to help him fix his life only to discover he's dead? Or...undead.
What happens when that flame's still flickering after all this time?
Despite your desire - and feelings- for a normal life, normal life?
Anything's possible when you visit Vegas for a weekend...and never leave.
I've gathered my thoughts and returned. It's been a really long time since a book has affected me quite as much as this one - proved by my comments while reading. I gasped, swooned, screamed (in my head), and cried (with tears) over this book. We're marking this as a 4.5.
I think what I loved most about BECAUSE THE NIGHT was how real everything felt to me. Each and every time Callie did something that I didn't want her to do, I still knew why she did it. I could still relate to her and her actions even when I'm all "Girl, you should not be doing this. You need to get your butt out of there." Would eighteen year old Kristen have done things any differently? Probably not. Would current age Kristen have done things any differently than Callie did? Good freaking question. One that I pondered while reading this.
Callie? Love her. I can pretty much over-relate to her and her actions, which is a good thing. She's real. She does real things. She makes real mistakes. Callie is the good girl. The one that's always practical, always does the right thing, and probably cares too much about people. She comes to Vegas hoping she could check into Tristan's life, see if he's okay, help him if needed - and with little to no consideration about the fact that she's head over heels for the boy still. That kind of sweetness - rare to see in a character.
I fell in love with Tristan pretty early in. I mean...vampire rockstar. What isn't there to love? But behind the smeared eyeliner and the leather pants, there's some real substance. A hint of the boy she knew those summers ago. A magnetic gravity pulling her in after all these years. Can she save him without losing herself?
Blade? The mysterious fallen angel. He's safer than Tristan, but should you fall for him? He's more tangible, more real...but there's a reason why people live in Vegas after all. What's his? This hunk is a little mysterious, and I'd like to know more about him, and his thoughts.
Much like Callie is, the readers are drawn to Tristan and Blade like gravity. To each and every layer pulled back revealing more about the men. You're sucked in to each new adventure that Callie is thrust into unexpectedly on her quest to find love, save Tristan, and discover independent happiness. Is Callie too pure for this fast moving world of lights, threats, and change? This world of sex, blood, and rock n' roll?
This is a book which would have me begging for a copy of the sequel. Begging with no shame. Because I need more. Need. My bloodlust hasn't been fulfilled.