First off much respect to Anne Rice. While most of us think we could write a book, she wrote not only one but several. She gave up Catholicism in support of her son who was gay. One of her books, Cry to Heaven, gave me a huge inkling I might be gay. However, I read Interview back in 9th grade and thought it was boring. I‘m rereading it again for a bookclub next week and man those feelings came back. Her writing is a heaping helping 👇🏼