Omitting the few sex scenes, this was really teen literature. It involved six or so cousins/friends, having slumber parties and constantly answering to their parents. The story itself moved VERY VERY VERY slowly, picking up a little speed late in the book only to slow down again (and become quite silly) near the end. The whole fainting-at-the-sight-of-blood thing got very old and never really made sense (it wasn't the blood that almost killed someone, but the biting and drinking.) The narrator certainly wasn't the worst I've heard, but her monotonous tone didn't help an already dead tale.