The Witching Hour

"Only our capacity for goodness is as fine as this silken breeze coming from the south, as fine as the scent of the rain just beginning to fall, with a faint roar as it strikes the shimmering leaves, so gentle, gentle as the vision as the rain itself strung like silver through the fabric of the embracing darkness."

Anne Rice just has this way with words that is almost poetry rather than fiction. I finished The Witching Hour this morning. It was quite an endeavor and took two months. Of course, I took a few weeks hiatus on it since I had impatiently read ahead to see the ending. I know, I know....bad Gidget. It kinda ruined the story for me and I was angry with the main character's decision. I finally reminded myself that, knowing Anne Rice's tendencies for the morbid in her stories, I really couldn't be upset at the lack of a happy ending. I still can't help but hope for bad things to happen as a consequence of the character's poor judgement so, of course, I'll have to read the next book just to find out if there is that possibility. Overall, I very much enjoyed the story...it's a very complex intertwining plot filled with incest, betrayal, mystery and naivety...not something you'd expect to exist all at the same time, but there you have it.

I am done now and can return the book to the library, which is a good thing since it's due on Monday. hee hee!