I finished it.

I finished the book, “Vladimir Todd”, and to me, it was boring book.  I have nothing of interest to say about this book, because it didn’t ever really feel important. I never really felt connected to any of the characters, I never cared about their struggles or problems, and I felt the book was a heavy building built on a foundation made of construction paper because the people making it said “ Well, it has construction in the name! DUR DUR DUR!!”.

I hope that their aren’t people like that in this world.

Wait a second, there is…

Anyway, reading this book was like a hurricane was going on, fun at first, but ends in disaster made me feel disappointed, because I had high hopes that it would a half decent vampire books not about angst-y teenagers with emo based problems.

Whats with me and picking out emo books lately?

This book could be way better, I like the idea of story, but there isn’t enough content to keep it interesting enough to keep reading. I reminded me of “Doppelganger” a lot, but reversed. Doppelganger was hard to read at first, but better near the end, while “Vladimir Todd” was fun at first, but turned sour at the end.

Like how I compared “Doppelganger” to broccoli, I will compare “Vladimir Todd” to….Mexican food…yeah, Mexican food.

If you couldn’t figure that last statement above, then you obviously never had a been burrito before…

Still having trouble?

MEXICAN FOOD IS THE WORLDS NATURAL LAXATIVE!!!

…

It makes you go poo a lot…

Was that a little juvenile or sophmoric?

Yes?

Good. 

After all this, however, I will still probably read all the sequels to this book, just because (spoiler alert) it ends with Vlad going all shoop da whoop on someone.

You’re on the darkside now! Stop crying that there isn’t any cookies!!