Insatiable

Oh, Meg Cabot, I like you so much, but I did not like this book. None of the characters had any spark (except maybe Meena's next-door neighbor, who was at least amusing). If vampirism is supposed to be a metaphor for something here, it's really confused and I can't figure it out. Both of the main dudes are creepy, but in different ways. (Also, “chafing” is not a sexy word, even when describing the aftermath of, you know, sex.) I wanted to like this one, but I just couldn't.