Rachel Harrison

So Thirsty

Amelia Hruby

She’s not just my best friend. She’s my youth. She knew me when I was young — the purest, truest version of myself, before life got in the way. Before I knew about things like property taxes and inflation, about the slow drain of ordinary days and the quick disappearance of ordinary years, about how men I’d never meet, with beliefs I don’t share, could make decisions about what I can and can't do with my body. Before I gave in to doing what I had to and never what I wanted. Before all the choices that got me so far from the path ľd dreamnt of. Before dreams became impractical. She holds the best of me, and I think I hold the best of her. But maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe it's too late to be our best er selves. Maybe we've changed too much.

If there is a happy mnedium between being a resigned, mildly depressed thirty-six-year-old woman with a thankless job and cheating husband, and being an immortal vampire indulging her lust for blood and sex and her desire for love and excitement, it sure would be nice to find it.

"Be still" he says, leaning close to me. "You may not trust me yet, but someday you might. I have no illusions. I know I'm not saving you, but I'm giving you all the time in the world to save yourself"

3.5 stars. A feminist look at the vampire story. I like how Harrison doesn’t shy away from the horror aspect but gives us a deeper story.

So Thirsty

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