“Christopher Moore is a very sick man, in the very best sense of the word.”
—Carl Hiaasen
The undead rise again inBite Me,the third book inNew York Timesbestselling author Christopher Moore’s wonderfully twisted vampire saga. Joining his farcical gemsBloodsucking FiendsandYou Suck,Moore’s latest in continuing story of young, urban, nosferatu style love, is noTwilight—but rather a tsunami of the irresistible outrageousness that has earned him the appellation, “Stephen King with a whoopee cushion and a double-espresso imagination” from theAtlanta Journal-Constitutionand inspired Denver’sRocky Mountain Newsto declare him, “the 21st century’s best satirist.”
The city of San Francisco is being stalked by a huge shaved vampyre cat named Chet, and only I, Abby Normal, and my manga-haired love monkey stand between the ravenous monster and a bloody massacre of the general public.
Whoa. And this is alovestory?
Yup. 'Cept there's no whining. But there is everybody's favorite undead couple, Tommy and Jody, who've just esclóÊ