Making the transition from the nine-to-five grind to an eternity of nocturnal prowlings is going to take some doing, however, and that's where C. Thomas Flood fits in. A would-be Kerouac from Incontinence, Indiana, Tommy (to his friends) is biding his time night-clerking and frozen-turkey bowling in a San Francisco Safeway. But all that changes when a beautiful undead redhead walks through the door...and proceeds to rock Tommy's life -- and afterlife -- in ways he never thought possible.
I know this may not have been the best choice to read aloud, for the simple fact that it's a back and forth between two people. I felt like I needed sock puppets. It probably would have made more sense. And been awesome. But this part was just too funny, and represented the book as a whole rather nicely, so I went with it. :)