Bite Me

“Christopher Moore is a very sick man, in the very best sense of the word.” —Carl Hiaasen The undead rise again in Bite Me, the third book in New York Times bestselling author Christopher Moore’s wonderfully twisted vampire saga. Joining his farcical gems Bloodsucking Fiends and You Suck, Moore’s latest in continuing story of young, urban, nosferatu style love, is no Twilight—but rather a tsunami of the irresistible outrageousness that has earned him the appellation, “Stephen King with a whoopee cushion and a double-espresso imagination” from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution and inspired Denver’s Rocky Mountain News to declare him, “the 21st century’s best satirist.” Welcome back to the weirdest corner of San Francisco, where love sucks, and so do the people in it—literally. Sarcastic Heroine: Meet Abby Normal, the self-proclaimed "emergency backup mistress of the Greater Bay Area night," whose journal entries are as deadly as her fashion sense. Paranormal Humor: Follow the reign of terror of Chet, a giant, shaved vampire cat with a bad attitude and an even worse case of the munchies. Dark Humor: A story for anyone who thinks vampires should be less sparkly and more likely to get bronzed by their stoner friends. San Francisco Setting: From the night crew at the Safeway to the back alleys of the Tenderloin, this is a love letter to the city’s weirdest, wildest corners.