Author: Drew Hayes
Genre: Paranormal / Vampire Fantasy
Published: July 26, 2014 by REUTS Publications, LLC
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Some people are born boring. Some live boring. Some even die boring. Fred managed to do all three, and when he woke up as a vampire, he did so as a boring one. Timid, socially awkward, and plagued by self-esteem issues, Fred has never been the adventurous sort.
One fateful night – different from the night he died, which was more inconvenient than fateful – Fred reconnects with an old friend at his high school reunion. This rekindled relationship sets off a chain of events thrusting him right into the chaos that is the parahuman world, a world with chipper zombies, truck driver wereponies, maniacal necromancers, ancient dragons, and now one undead accountant trying his best to “survive.” Because even after it’s over, life can still be a downright bloody mess.
The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant is one of those books that I hate to see it end. It’s good thing that is the first of the book series because I definitely want to read more about Fred and his band of paranormal misfits.
If you’re a vampire fantasy freak, like I am, then you have to read this. The book quite similar with the Twilight series, Vampire Academy and Bloodlines (just you know, the latter two book series are personal favorites), what with magic, vampires, werewolves, romantic love interests and all, but it has none of the seriousness, the violence and the heavy drama those books offer. Well, it does have a little violence but nothing bloody and gore at all.
Let us just put it this way. The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant (yes, I’m fully aware that’s it a mouthful and it takes several taps on my keyboard to write the entire title, but hey I just like to type) is a paranormal, vampire fantasy novel that has a chock full of humor and wit infused in to the plot as well as in the characters.
Although Fred is a vampire, you may guessed by now, he doesn’t have the suave of Adrian Ivashkov, the sexy, dreamy royal moroi character in Richelle Mead‘s Bloodlines or the strength and bloodlust of Damon Salvatore before he turned good in the The Vampire Diaries. He doesn’t even have the wealth of Edward Cullen. He is none of those irresistible vampire heroes that many vampire fantasy authors have created. He’s just a lowly, lonely, weakling vampire accountant who’s content in working on his own home and feeding on packed blood.
Krystal, on the other hand, is a tough chic who opened the vast world of paranormal and parahuman to Fred. Since their meeting, his whole life changed and has led to him to meeting other undead beings just like him. She’s independent, strong, smart, funny and not afraid at all. She and Fred are complete opposites but I love their tandem.
Since Fred’s discovery of the vast parahuman world, he’s met lots of other beings who share the same secret. There’s Albert, Bubba, Nick, Amy, Richard — and they’re just the tip of the iceberg. I’ll leave you to discover what they are. Teeheehee!
Indeed, The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant is a worthwhile read. The writing style is conversational. It was very easy to understand. There were some parts that had me at the edge of my seat. It’s basically perfect for light reading and still get your dose of vampire fantasy. Best of all, it’s a comedy.
So go ahead and discover the world of Fred, the vampire accountant. As for me, I’m looking forward to book 2. And I’ll definitely keep Drew Hayes in author radar from now on.
We aren’t humans, but that doesn’t make us monsters.
Harvest is one of the hardest working periods on a farm. A night off is not just reason to celebrate; it is reason to celebrate to the umpteenth degree.
The upside of never having good looks was that I didn’t have to fear losing them with age. Pity I wasn’t pretty though; they would have kept for eternity then. Although, for all I know, I wouldn’t have been bitten if I were good-looking, so I suppose there’s no sense second-guessing fate.
Thee people didn’t matter; their laughter wasn’t important. The only thing we needed to focus on was saving our friend.
I missed the days when I would silently judge seemingly crazy people in a park, instead of being one of them.
Let me just say that while I am not skilled in many things, I am a twentieth-degree black belt in running away.