Okay, folks... I ordered the book. I'll start reading it when it arrives and pretty soon we'll all be up to our knees in really bad commentary and fanged-dick vampire sex scene rewrites. ... Baraka_Guru, You better get on it, brother. You know that I'm an aliterate illterate. I'm gonna need reinforcements. ... Please. Envision a reloaded Masterpiece Theatre, Miss Noodle. Sir Baraka of Guru will be adorned in a fine cashmere sweatervest and drinking some tea while I slide into my burgundy smoking jacket, tilt back a stainless flask containing only the smoothest rotgut and crack my knuckles breaking the binding of this putative romance novel. Baraka and I will discuss whether the sex scenes are realistic, worth reading (or reenacting on our significant others) and ruminate on the implications of dark strangers thrusting their undead-yet-turgid fuckpistols into the oh-so-smooth-and-much-like-coffin-lining squeezebox of a mortal woman's vajayjay. This isn't going to be two pothead mallrats snorting at boobies, no-no, this is going to be serious art. * * I have no idea what the plot is and I'm totally guessing it's vampire porn. ... I'll be the judge of that, too.