From the back cover: I'm Elvira. Mistress of the dark. Welcome to my nightmare. Think it's easy being a glamour ghoul? Think again. My love live is so dead, I have to dig up my dates with a shovel. My bad hair days would make a werewolf eat a silver bullet. And my neighbors, well... my neighbors suck blood!
You see, these weirdos just moved in next door, and their taste in furniture is early Mausoleum-- I'm talking caskets here. Their servant is a total Igor. They only come out at night. And they seem to prefer a liquid diet, if you know what I mean. There goes the neighborhood! I like vampires as much as the next ghoul. But when they start chomping on my friends, look out. The new creeps on the block are about to receive a little visit-- from Elvira's unwelcome wagon...
You see, these weirdos just moved in next door, and their taste in furniture is early Mausoleum-- I'm talking caskets here. Their servant is a total Igor. They only come out at night. And they seem to prefer a liquid diet, if you know what I mean. There goes the neighborhood! I like vampires as much as the next ghoul. But when they start chomping on my friends, look out. The new creeps on the block are about to receive a little visit-- from Elvira's unwelcome wagon...
decent book overall, but rather dated, as it is a parody of Beverly Hills 90210. As stories go, it is about as deep as a brick wall, and is largely formulaic, but hey, if you couldn't tell from the cover that is it pure camp, well you aren't old enough to read this book, not for content, but from understanding the jokes that you had to live through the 90's to understand.
