MY CARMILLA is as juicy and crunchy as a pomegranate seed. It has so many trappings of vampire gothic - suppressed feminine desire, sapphic solidarity, a manor where the people within might just be as haunted as its decaying walls, decadent prose, and so much blood. I read this in one sitting, kicking my feet and swooning as beauty waltzes with terror from start to finish in this explicit retelling of a classic.