Ok, that was a crap post. Let’s try this again…

Currently, I’m reading “13 Bullets” by David Wellington.

It’s a charming tale about an old man, and the blood thirsty killers with sharks’ teeth he has hunted for 20 years.

Lisa bought me Vampire Zero on Friday, not realizing that it is part of a series. After reading the back, I immediately ordered the first two books in Wellington’s series and now I’m reading 13 Bullets, the first book.

I’m a little over halfway through with it and it’s great. It’s not a hard read, full of action, and the characters are interesting. But what makes this a great book is something that happens in the three opening chapters of the novel… As a young man, one of our protagonists is about to be fed to a group of crippled vampires by the only vampire in the room currently capable of movement… And he has to rip the vampire’s heart out with his bare hands as the wound is closing up from the ineffectual bullets he had previously tried.

Ripped. Its. Heart. Out. WITH HIS BARE HANDS!

I’m in love with this book.

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