"You bitch, you killed me. You suck!"
Being dead sucks. Make that being undead sucks.
Literally. Just ask Thomas C. Flood. Waking up after a fantastic night unlike anything he's ever experienced, he discovers that his girlfriend, Jody--the woman of his dreams--is a vampire. And surprise! Now he's one, too.
For some couples, the whole biting-and-blood thing would have been a deal breaker. But Tommy and Jody are in love, and they vow to work through their issues. Like how much Jody should teach Tommy about his new superpowers (and how much he needs to learn on his own). Plus there's Tommy's cute new minion, sixteen-year-old goth girl Abby Normal. (Well, someone has to run errands during daylight hours!)
Starred Review. Moore's latest (after 2006's A Dirty Job) is a cheerfully perverse, gut-busting tale of young vampires in love. Nineteen-year-old Tommy is a bewildered hipster recently relocated to San Francisco from Incontinence, Ind. His sarcastic redhead (and bloodsucking) girlfriend, Jody, brings him into the fold of the undead ("I wanted us to be together," she says). Tommy, understandably, has mixed feelings; vampirism has its perks (you can turn to mist, live forever and the sex is awesome), but sunlight is death and blood hunger makes you do some pretty foul things. Also, the duo is hunted by Elijah, the ancient vampire who "turned" Jody and wants her back, and a band of Safeway stock boys/amateur vampire hunters known as the Animals (with whom pre-dark side Tommy once rolled). With the assistance of their devoted minion, goth girl Abby Normal, whose hilarious diary entries form part of the narrative, Tommy and Jody evade their pursuers, feeding at night and conking out at dawn, all the while learning how vampirism complicates love. Moore writes with the jittery energy of a brilliant, charming class clown, mixing sex and gore and a potty mouth with a goofy-sweet sensibility to deliver laughs on nearly every page. (Jan.)
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1 . Great Read!
Posted August 26, 2010 by Carie , Los AlamitosRead 'Bloodsucking Fiends' first. This was a great book, and like Christopher Moore's others, a really enjoyable, fun read!
2 . Funny writer!
Posted November 16, 2009 by Shanna , Tulsa OkTo really understand this book, you have to read the first book with the main two characters. It is called "Blood Sucking Fiends." It was a really funny take on vampire stories, and the overnight crew at the local grocery store was hysterical. I recommend ALL of his books!
3 . More appropriate title: This sucks
Posted August 28, 2009 by Julie , Okinawa, JapanSorry, I personally didn't care for the book. It's not the traditional "Vampire" book, which is ok if you're looking for something a little different. But the author lost me a couple of times with some of the characters in the beginning and I didn't quite get who they were until further into the story. Half of it also reads like a goth teenagers diary. It had a couple of quippy lines in there and did produce a chuckle from me once or twice, but otherwise........ not a great read. Very disappointing.
4 . Liked it.......but
Posted August 26, 2009 by James , Huntington Beach, CAHad potential to be a great book. It sucked me in, told a great story, and the characters were great. The end sucks. Hope there is more to come.
5 . GREAT!!!!
Posted February 26, 2009 by Rob , Columbus, GAGreat book. A must read.
6 . This books puts the L in LOL
Posted February 17, 2009 by Sherrell , PortlandThis book was totally funny. The characters were awesome. This book puts a funny twist on vampires. A must read.
January 16, 2007
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Excerpt from You Suck by Christopher Moore
Get Over It, a Lot of People Are Dead
"You bitch, you killed me! You suck!"
Tommy had just awakened for the first time as a vampire. He was nineteen, thin, and had spent his entire life between states of amazement and confusion.
"I wanted us to be together." Jody: pale, pretty, long red hair hanging in her face, cute swoop of a nose in search of a lost spray of freckles, a big lipstick-smeared grin. She'd only been undead herself for a couple of months, and was still learning to be spooky.
"Yeah, that's why you spent the night with him." Tommy pointed across the loft to the life-sized bronze statue of a man in a tattered suit. Inside the bronze shell was the ancient vampire who had turned Jody. Another bronze of Jody stood next to him. When the two of them had gone out at sunrise, into the sleep of the dead, Tommy had taken them to the sculptors who lived on the ground floor of his building and had the vampires bronzed. He'd thought it would give him time to think of what to do, and keep Jody from running off with the old vampire. Tommy's mistake had been drilling ear holes in Jody's sculpture so she could hear him. Somehow, during the night, before the bronzing, the old vampire had taught her to turn to mist, and she'd streamed out of the ear holes into the room, and--well--here they were: dead, in love, and angry.
"I needed to know about what I am, Tommy. Who else was going to tell me if not him?"
"Yeah, but you should have asked me before you did this," Tommy said. "You shouldn't just kill a guy without asking. It's inconsiderate." Tommy was from Indiana, and his mother had raised him to have good manners and to be considerate of other people's feelings.
"You had sex with me while I was unconscious," Jody said.
"That's not the same," Tommy said. "I was just being friendly, like when you put a quarter in someone else's parking meter when they aren't there--you know they appreciate it later, even if they don't thank you personally."
"Yeah, wait until you go out in your jammies and wake up all sticky in a cheerleader outfit and see how grateful you are. You know, Tommy, when I'm out, technically, I'm dead. Guess what that makes you?"
"Well--uh--yeah, but you're not even human. You're just some foul dead thing." Tommy immediately regretted saying it. It was hurtful and mean, and although Jody was, indeed, dead, he didn't find her foul at all--in fact, he was pretty sure he was in love with her, he was just a little embarrassed about the whole necrophilia/cheerleader thing. Back in the Midwest people didn't mention that sort of thing unless a dog dug up a pom-pom in some guy's backyard and the police eventually discovered the whole human pyramid buried under the swing set.
Jody sniffled, completely for effect. Actually she was relieved that Tommy was now on the defensive. "Well, welcome to the Foul, Dead Thing Club, Mr. Flood."
"Yeah, you drank my blood," Tommy said. "A lot."
Damn, she should have pretended to cry. "You let me."
"Again, being considerate," Tommy said. He stood up and shrugged.
"You just let me because of the sex."
"That's not true, it was because you needed me." He was lying, it was because of the sex.
"Yes, I did," Jody said. "I still do." She held her arms out to him. "I really do."
He walked into her arms and held her. She felt amazing to him, even more amazing than she had before. It was as if his nerves had been dialed up to eleven. "Okay, it was because of the sex."
Great, she thought, in control once again. She kissed his neck. "How do you feel about it now?"
"Maybe in a minute, I'm starving." He let go of her and stormed across the loft to the kitchen, where he pulled a burrito out of the freezer, threw it into the microwave, and hit the button, all in one smooth motion.