(8) Junior high school really sucks for thirteen-year-old Vladimir Tod, and not in the good slurp-up-the-blood kind of way. A gang of bullies harasses him daily, the principal is dogging his every move, and the girl he really likes prefers his best friend. Oh, and Vlad has to hide the fact that he's a vampire.
When the one teacher he really connects with mysteriously vanishes, Vlad is determined to find him. But then Vlad finds an unsettling note scribbled across his essay: "I know your secret." Vlad must locate his missing teacher, dodge the principal, resist the bullies’ tempting invitations to Bite me!, and get a date for the dance—all before he is exposed for the teen vampire he is.
(9) High school totally bites when you're half human, half vampire.
Freshman year sucks for Vlad Tod. Bullies still harass him. The photographer from the school newspaper is tailing him. And failing his studies could be deadly. A trip to Siberia gives "study abroad" a whole new meaning as Vlad connects with other vampires and advances his mind-control abilities, but will he return home with the skills to recognize a vampire slayer when he sees one? In this thrilling sequel to Eighth Grade Bites, Vlad must confront the secrets of the past and battle forces that once again threaten his life. Find out why author D.J. MacHale calls The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod "Gruesome, heartwarming, spellbinding."I've been incredibly busy lately, but thanks to the awesome used bookstore in Sacramento I managed to snag the first two books in this series, and as they're pretty short, I was able to squeeze them in between mad dashes to teach, job applications, and the revisions-that-will-not-die. At any rate, I was glad I did. These books were quite a bit of fun to read, and I'll be snagging the rest of the series when I get the chance. My only quibbles with the story is that Vlad cries a whole heck of a lot in the ninth grade book, which led to a lot of eye rolling on my part. Sometimes I wonder if it's really possible for males to write as females, and vice versa. No doubt it's hard, but sometimes I think there's some serious misjudgement of the other sex's psyche. But, maybe that's just because I'm fairly certain males are aliens. I live with one 24/7 and he certainly isn't always human (just deny him food for a few hours, trust me, it makes him turn into Betty White).
Okay, so, on to my favorite line (which just may be my fav line of all time, because I died laughing): "'Maybe she'll think anthropologists are hot.'" LOL! Yeah, I'll admit that's mostly funny because I'm an anthropologist (and there are decidedly few hot anthropologist. Trust me. It's actually rather scary at our conferences. We're not an attractive bunch.), but this had me in stitches.