I guess it is a sign of good writing if you hate every single character in a book, and still love the book. Because I was able to tear through it in just a little over a day. I could have done it in a day, but was reading it during a power outage and ran out of light.

On the surface by the end this one seemed to be about the power of friendship against unbeatable odds. But all I saw was a bunch of catty rich housewives who were never friends as much as frenemy. Mean Girls all grown up and married to Mean Boys (do mean boys have their own name?)

Sure, you were set up to hate all of the husbands and they all deserved to be hated. And I hate a crappy guy as much as the next person, but would EVERY SINGLE HUSBAND of EVERY SINGLE WOMAN disbelieve their wives so much as to belittle and mock them and dismiss them so totally. I mean, I know my husband would, but ALL of them?

And then the other women.

This wasn't a "they had all been friends since childhood and they'll be friends forever" group. Their friendships stemmed from happening to live in the same wealthy neighborhood at the same time, of not liking the books their book club read and starting their own book group based around true crime books (Because apparently all north American housewives love true crime). But its not really a "book club" and they are not really "friends."

I felt like they, the wives and the husbands both, hurt each other more than the monster hurt most anyone.

And maybe that was supposed to be the whole point of the story. Who knows. I've never been one to be able to pick out the hidden symbolism in books I read.

Now, the titular vampire was a very unique creature, and I would have loved if it had more page time, but it seemed almost to be an after thought. I think maybe it should have been saved for another book, and in this one Patricia should have divorced Carter, ditched the mean girls and it could have been about her starting a new life with a new book club, finding real friends along the way.