Title: Egos don't come any bigger than this.
Product review: The Vampire Lestat. No more dark mystery. No more dark profound immortal gift. Lestat is now just some git with "long nasty, pointy teeth", as the Monty Python boys would say. Memnoch belongs in Southern California at a victim counselling group, talking about how, you know, like totally misunderstood he is, kay? God is a bad tempered hippy with a beard. Anne tells us all we need to know about evolution and creation, coz she knows, you know. She was there, honest.Anne is bored and has loadsa money, so its time to muck about with her readers for a good chuckle. If I had as much cash as her, I suppose I might feel like being as mischevious and see if I couldn't get away with writing a bit of old dross like Memnoch the Devil.
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