All the Danged Vampires...

Alright, I'll admit it. I have a problem with vampire novels. But, Mrs. B., it's not what you think.

Sure, they're murderous blood-sucking leaches, mere quivering heartbeats away from ripping out a hero (or heroine's) throat, even if they are meant to be protagonists. Sure, they seem civilized for cold, dead corpses, but look, they're gonna eat you, just a matter of time. Sure, there's some ke-ray-zee themes from love, lust, companionship, mortality, immortality, and viral outbreak theories (and I'm not even touching zombies for the moment). Sure there are a helluva lot of books out there right now where they are ancillary to full on main characters and have little teenieboppers running screaming about which "team" they're on.