The ending of this novel is beyond dumb. It makes you wonder how these Vampires even lived to be as old as they are. They decide they need a ruler so they adopt a Vampire monarchy complete with Lestat as ruler based solely on everyone knowing who he is. Mind you, this is the same Vampire who hates rules, the same Vampire who was dumb enough to turn his powerful body over to a human he just met, the same Vampire who turned his body over to a lab ran by Vampires he just met, allowed them to take DNA samples from him and inject him with drugs, and was just suicidal at the beginning of the book and has shown suicidal tendencies in the past. THIS is who every last Vampire is trusting their very existence to, this suicidal hamburger brained moron called Lestat.
Once, in Paris, after finding Lestat in bed with one of the actresses in the theatre, we had a fantastic knock-down drag-out fight, ending with him sporting a black eye and me kicking him out of the flat.
For three weeks, he slept in his dressing room and busked daily in the boulevard, foregoing wine and any other extravagance in order to buy me more music lessons with Mozart as an apology.
This may not sound like much, but if you know Lestat, you’ll know that the will power required for such a gift was…well, impressive, to say the least.
As for myself… I do not know. I am not one who specializes in romantic gestures. I’m not terribly fond of them.
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