Of recent date, I have been so preoccupied with getting things done for home and work that I haven't had the wherewithal to indulge in any extensive or demanding reading. Sometimes my brain just needs candy (as you've probably noted with some of my reviews). This is an example of candy, but intriguing candy. Midnight Mass is a story about vampires. Not your sparkly teen-angst vampires, nor your tortured byronic (I call them moronic) hero vampires. No, this hearkens back to the bad old days of Salem's Lot and They Thirst. There's nothing noble or exalted or wonderful or thoughtful or kind or meaningful about this bunch. They are about destruction and blood. Period. Could care less about art, science, technology, literature, or humanity (except as a food source). The story starts with the Vampires having taken most, if not all of Europe and Connected Asia. They made it to the East Coast of the United States and the assault on the...