Maybe I picked up this book for some morbid curiousity about weirdos, or maybe I just wanted to be entertained with a "normal" person's trip across to the other side. Either way, Piercing the Darkness definitely didn't satisfy. I kept finding myself speed reading through pages and pages of internet chats, shopping trips, and vampire conventions, just to get to the juicy parts. By the way, they only happened when she interviewed the "vampires" only to get back a bundle of lies laced with outer space philosophy. I'm sorry. Did I say philosophy? I'm sorry to degrade the great school by connecting that stuff to the nature of reality. I'm sure you've talked to people and they feed you stories that registers high on the bs meter. I was expecting a "real" account...an undercover look at the weirdo scene. That didn't happen. I don't recommend this book to anyone, especially if you really are into this scene. Talk to a few gothic-looking philosophy student dropouts, and you'll find better entertainment.