I bought a copy of Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter. How could I not? There’s a picture of Abe with an ax behind his back standing in front of a blood splattered wall.
I haven’t been this excited about a Civil War era book since I bought The Guns of the South because it had a picture of General Lee holding an AK. (And for the record, the book was even better than what I thought)
I give up. I got about halfway through before feeling like I was wasting my time. The book gets off to a good start but after the novelty wears off the plot just kind of wanders aimlessly without aim, straying and weaving and rambling and meandering and going around in circular directions that zig and zag over under sideways down all without aim, weaving and straying and rambling on, and now’s the time, the time is now, to sing my song.