My rating: 2 of 5 stars
Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter portrays itself as a truth-seeking biography of Lincoln’s life…specifically that he was actually a paranoid maniac who wanted to hunt down all the evil vampires because they killed his mommy. And because all vampires are evil…except the few that are not.
Hey, at least they aren’t good sparkly vampires.
This is not a good book, and for that I am very disappointed. Abraham Lincoln hunts vampires – how can you go wrong? With clumsy writing and horrible pacing for starters. Put simply, the plot takes a long time to get going, and once you get to the part of the story where things should get really good (The Civil War, which is naturally a vampire plot to enslave all humans) you are over three-quarters of the way through the book. Long stretches of time are devoted to Lincoln rambling about his hatred of vampires, or characters that do not deserve it (John Wilkes Booth who is, surprise surprise, a vampire, could have had his own novel)
If you want to portray Abraham Lincoln has a super cool vampire hunter, then you need to abandon your inhibitions and take no punches with your writing. Unfortunately the author seems nervous about tackling one of the most famous figures in America, and the end result leaves poor Mr. Lincoln a shell of a man.
One tip if you decide to read the book: skip the prologue. It can be safely ignored, and as a framing device (though I hesitate to label it such) it is never brought back at the end.