they lay like that for a long time. then came the words.
“lacke. i love you.”
ang lacke did not reply. simply let the words hang in the air. become encapsulated and grow until they were a large red blanket that floated around the room, that lowered itself onto him and kept him warm all night.
-excerpt from john ajvide lindqvist's let the right one in,
who would have thought a vampire novel without sex and tons of gore could be romantic and enticing as this?
woots! i finished let the right oe in just before 2009 ends. next book on the line: gregory maguire's wicked and son of a witch