This book had some wonderfully hallucinatory prose, but ultimately it felt quite repetititive to me. I live in the Pacific Northwest, and
I work in an independent bookstore, so I know that vampires are all the rage out here in this dark and damp environment. But this tale just didn't have enough of a storyline for me. I felt like I was reading disjointed excerpts from Grace Krilanovich's teenage diary from her years in a foster home. Maybe I needed a few doses of cough syrup to really enjoy this story, but since I was fairly clear of mind when I absorbed it, I would have to honestly say The Orange Eats Creeps
failed to impress me.