After seven hundred years, Sterling had begun to think the joy was going out of life. Now she had the chance to turn into Mr. Spock, to dance with Abraham Lincoln, and to fall wildly and truly in love. It was just the sort of romp an aging vampire needed.
Wow. I don't really know what to say about this book. I guess it had a point, but it was written so nonlinearly, and so disjointedly it's tough to say what the point was. This is the story of a lesbian vampire who works as a dance instructor, has invented a time machine and who has now met an alien fish in Virginia Woolf's body. Not a lick of it makes much sense.
This book appears to be satire, and seems to be making a point about how shallow society is, and how we waste our time on meaningless pursuits. But it seems like it could have been done better.
