I absolutely love the premise of this book. A 350 pound treadmill salesman (yes…I already see the irony), is turned into a blood-sucking vampire. This is the anti-vampire. Imagine, if you will, a 350 pound vampire chasing down someone running through the park, the fat bouncing up and down as he bounds after his prey. Or perhaps, he is better sideling up to an attractive woman at a bar, preparing to “glamour” her into “donating” some blood, as the grease from the fried chicken drips down his face (like she would be able to look into his eyes).
Fat Vampire is full of potential for some great comedy, and it does deliver, up to a certain point. If I can be honest, I did expect more. The first half of the book was filled with great one-liners and excellent comic situation.
The second half of the book was a bit of a disappointment to me. I was enjoying the comedic situation, and then the author really started to focus on the story, leaving much of the comedy behind. It wasn’t a bad book, but I was hoping for more.