“Bite Me: A Love Story” by Christopher Moore is the third novel of three, that kicked off with”Bloodsucking Friends: A Love Story”, followed with “You Suck: A Love Story.” I’m a huge Christopher Moore fan. Between Braden and myself, we own every Christopher Moore book but Bloodsucking Fiends, including a copy of “Fool” that we got signed at a book signing and had a mini conversation with Moore that made me squee, although I don’t remember too much about that night in particular. Despite all of that love, I fully expected to loathe “Bite Me” and have to work to read it.
Why? Because I was under the impression from the teaser in “You Suck” that “Bite Me” would be narrated entirely by Abby Normal.
The thing about Moore is, he writes perky teenage goth too well, and that particular perky teenage goth is just too annoying for me to handle for 300 pages. Mercifully, the entire novel is not Abby-driven, with probably half of the book written in typical Moore narrative joy. You could pick up “Bite Me” without any past experience with the trilogy, because Abby sums up the past events neatly, but you’d be spoiling yourself for what’s in the older novels. While I understand that it’s been 3 years since “You Suck” was published and no one in the collection of folks reading this blog who will read this book, hasn’t, I still hesitate to actually talk too much about the plot of this book, because, frankly, you should start with Fiends.
‘Kayso(as Abby frequently writes), this was a three day read. The novel is hugely funny, which is really what Moore does well. Chet the huge cat is by far and away my favorite character in this installation of the series, followed quite closely by Okata, the elderly Japanese gentleman. (Maybe this says something more about who I don’t want to talk about than it does about Chet and Okata, I don’t know.)
I enjoyed the ending. It left a couple of openings, and given the incestuous nature of the Moore universe, I suspect we’ll be seeing at least a few characters reappear in his later works, because that’s just how he rolls. This one included cameos from both “A Dirty Job” and “Fluke”, though to be honest, I didn’t catch the one from Fluke until I was looking up the publication time line on Wikipedia.
On a personal note, I love when his books that take place in San Francisco. He writes about San Francisco so fondly, and with the native’s knowledge, it never fails to leave me nostalgic. Not that I’m a native San Franciscan by any stretch of the imagination, just that it makes me think of concerts at the American Music Hall and of seeing the Vermillion Lies pre-make-up that one time.