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“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.”
The city of San Francisco is being stalked by a huge shaved vampyre cat named Chet, and only I, Abby Normal, and my manga-haired love monkey stand between the ravenous monster and a bloody massacre of the general public.
Whoa. And this is a love story?
Yup. 'Cept there's no whining. But there is everybody's favorite undead couple, Tommy and Jody, who've just escaped from imprisonment in a bronze statue. And now that they're out they've joined forces with Abby, her boyfriend Steve, the frozen-turkey-bowling Safeway crew, the Emperor of San Francisco and his trusty dogs Lazarus and Bummer, gay Goth guy Jared, and SF's finest Cavuto and Rivera to hunt big cat and save the city. Really.
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Critical Praise for
Bite Me
“Moore’s most hysterical ‘love story’ to date.”
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Booklist
“I can’t emphasize enough how funny BITE ME is.”
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Bookreporter.com
“Moore’s twisted take on the undead comes as a welcome respite from the recent spate of TV, film and book offerings to bombard us.”
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Edmonton Journal on BITE ME
“Moore carved a niche in the horror-comedy genre, and anyone with a fiendish sense of humor will love his writing.”
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Florida Times-Union on BITE ME
“Moore proves he has few rivals on the humour-opus front with this high-larious romp that just might have driven the final nail into old Nosferatu’s coffin.”
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Ottawa Citizen on BITE ME
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