Sunshine presents the modern vimpire mythos far better than either Buffy or Laurell K Hamilton could ever manage. This is a great read, apparently I’m not the only one who thought so:

I woke up too early, so started reading Robin McKinley’s forthcoming novel Sunshine in the bath. It’s an astonishing piece of work. A gripping, funny, page-turning pretty much perfect work of magical literature that exists more or less at the unlikely crossroads of Chocolat, Interview With a Vampire, Misery and the tale of Beauty and the Beast. It’s not quite SF, and it’s not really horror, and only kind of a love story, and it’s all three while still being solidly Fantastique. It also does that nice thing where the author assumes the readers are smart, and she treats us like we’re smart, and we purr and get smarter and work harder for all that. It’ll be nominated for awards, and win them; in the meantime I really hope it finds its audience, which is, potentially, huge.

— Neil Gaiman

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