So vampire cats are threatening the city in Moore’s third novel in this series. But all the characters are so focused on the evil kitties that they miss a much more dangerous problem. It seems like the time-space continuum is collapsing in San Francisco. The first book, Bloodsucking Fiends, was written and took place in 1995 and supposedly only three months have elapsed since the events in it. Yet everyone is texting on cell phones, using wireless laptops, blogging, playing X-Box and saying slang like ‘pwned‘. Other than one comment about how Tommy’s flannel shirts and jeans indicated a grunge like fashion sense, no one seems to notice that they lost 15 years somehow. (Yes, I am aware that I’m nitpicking time continuity in a book about vampire cats, but somebody‘s got to do it.)
Despite everyone ignoring the wormhole in time and space that must be forming around them, I did enjoy this third book about the adventures of a couple of love-struck vamps in San Francisco and the bizarre cast of characters that get pulled into the weirdness. I especially like the journal entries of Abby Normal, goth girl, vampire wannabe and emergency back-up mistress of the Greater Bay area.
Chet, the huge shaved cat who was turned into a vamp in the last book, has been running wild and turning strays into an army of bloodsucking felines. Abby, Foo Dog, the Emperor of San Francisco, a couple of cops, and a grocery store night stalking… er, stocking… crew are all that stand between the public and the cat vamps. And at some point, they’ll have to deal with the two vampire lovers that Abby encased in bronze.
In addition to being funnier than hell, Moore also adds a bit of tragedy to the end of this one to give it some unexpected depth.