Prince Lestat by Anne Rice Review.

So here’s the thing. I’m a huge fan of the vampire chronicles. Vampire Lestat, Queen of the Damned, Tale of the Body Thief, Memnoch; Blood and Gold, Pandora, Vittoria; God I love them and have read each several times over.

Then Ms Rice chucked her Mayfair people at the chronicles and fucking ruined them.

I was hoping for a return to the old chronicles, y’know when reading about these characters truly was like visiting an old friend.

Prince lestat is simply a journey along with an author as she disappears firmly and irreversibly up her own arse in a storm of over-descriptive, self-aware and self-impressed navel-gazing wankery.

Utter pish. So disappointed.

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