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期末周找来放松的，结果起了反作用T.T The curse of being an immortal. u lost the ability to love, to appreciate the moment u took the first drop of human blood. What else could there be waiting for u but the frantic hunting for something new, grasping desperately for something familiar which should all end in fertility? The sinners only deserve wandering alone in silence night after night, touching the forever black water without leaving a meaningful wake;they only deserve drowning in the eddying vortex of fast-changing time…The sinners only end up dying disgustingly&pathetically like old crones, in mammoth loneliness and despair. Lestat的人物形象刻画得太好了，全书其实他的篇幅其实占比不大，但他的影子几乎一直笼罩着Louis,Claudia，所有人。Louis和他的最后一次见面几乎让我感受到了Charles多年后重逢Sebastian的悲凉。 而且看着看着就很容易忘了这是不可靠叙述…很多时候就信了Louis说他什么都不在意… 话说作家们真的都好爱巴黎。这里的巴黎连空气里都透着美和自由）