My sister, her husband and I have been all been reading the Vampire Chronicle books by Anne Rice. It started out fine. Interview with the Vampire and The Vampire Lestat were great. Then there was the Tale of the Body Thief and Queen of the Damned. All were fascinating reads.

Then came Memnoch the Devil. I got really into this book at the beginning, and it was a mysterious book up till the point where Lestat meets Memnoch, who claims he is the Devil. Then Memnoch takes Lestat on this long walk, discussing how he and God and the angels all existed and whatnot. Usually, I try to read in the bathtub. It’s the only place in the whole house where I can be alone without someone wanting me to do something for them. And even in there, I have the cats sitting around, keeping an eye on me. Anyway, when I started reading Memnoch, I got so tired that I would fall asleep in the tub. This led to me not wanting to read it anymore and putting it back on the shelf with all my other half-read books.

The other day, my sister said she had finished reading Memnoch. My brother-in-law had finished it before I started reading it. So now, I’m the only one who hasn’t read it. I really want to finish it now, but every time I pick it up, I end up falling asleep or having to put it down to do something else. It’s not that I don’t want to read it, even, because I do. I want to know how the story ends. And I want to read the other books in the series, which I already own.

I guess I’ll have to pick it up again. At this point, I can’t even remember where I put it. It reminds me of the time I had to read My Side of the Mountain in middle school. I swear to this day that this book is my least favorite book ever, although Moby Dick rates right up there too. There aren’t that many books I don’t like.