I read Chapter 12 of Prince Lestat this morning. I saw the words “flashing silk tie” and smiled at once because these are the descriptions I have come to know and love in every Anne Rice book I have ever read.
I became a history major largely due to her writing. To me, the vampires were secondary. I was never a Goth. I liked the characters because I loved their rich stories. I love the idea of having a conversation with someone who witnessed the fall of Rome and who painted in Venice. I fell in love with the city of New Orleans and was thrilled when, in 2011, I was able to travel there for a week and stay in the Vieux Carre (French Quarter…yes…I even learned French after studying Spanish, partly due to The Vampire Chronicles). The idea of being around creatures who are literally living history books makes my fingers twitch because I love history and I’d be the equivalent of David going from vampire to vampire asking them to share their stories. (My fingers always twitch in those situations…it’s a reflection of my continual desire to read and write “stuff”. I’m a total nerd that way…)
So now I’m at the halfway point and I’m rearing to go. I’m racing to the finish because I honestly don’t want to put the book down. Prince Lestat has been worth the wait. It’s everything I hoped it would be. (So far…you never know what can happen in 200 pages…)