anne rice recently broke off her decade's old affair with organized religion, and i am once again spellbound by her velvety prose. god help me, twenty years ago i willingly followed her into her world of vampires. so here i go again, only this time it is werewolves instead of vampires. the book, the wolf gift, is the same age old tug-of-war between good and evil which anne rice does so masterfully well. i am such an unlikely fan of vampires, werewolves and supernatural romance, but i'm thrilled to see anne back in her element and practicing her craft again....
I read some Anne Rice quite a few years back and her books terrified me. I'm serious... everytime I would read about Lestat, it would start storming outside. I finally gave up, threw the book under the bed, couldn't sleep so I got up and threw it outside.