The only reason I ever want to make movies is if there are characters that find bits of themselves that they didn’t understand. I don’t believe we are fully rational beings. I don’t believe that any explanation that we ever give for our behavior is adequate.
Neil Jordan
The idea of the dark gift, of becoming a vampire, is that you transcend gender. You don’t have to worry about gender anymore. You sense the worth of every human being regardless of age or gender or how they look; for your vampire eyes they all have a tremendous beauty and a compelling depth […].
And we do breathe. We breathe and we taste and we smell and we feel and we thirst.
Lestat de Lioncourt, the Vampire Lestat
I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
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.
There is a reason that most fanfiction authors, specifically girls, start with a Mary Sue. It’s because girls are taught that they are never enough. You can’t be too loud, too quiet, too smart, too stupid. You can’t ask too many questions or know too many answers. No one is flocking to you for advice. Then something wonderful happens. The girl who was told she’s stupid finds out that she can be a better wizard than Albus Dumbledore. And that is something very important. Terrible at sports? You’re a warrior who does backflips and Legolas thinks you’re THE BEST. No friends? You get a standing ovation from Han Solo and the entire Rebel Alliance when you crash-land safely on Hoth after blowing up the Super Double Death Star. It’s all about you. Everyone in your favorite universe is TOTALLY ALL ABOUT YOU.
I started writing fanfiction the way most girls did, by re-inventing themselves.
Mary Sues exist because children who are told they’re nothing want to be everything.
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