I've been planning on reading this book since it came out (yep, I guess six years is about an average lag-time for me to get around to reading something.)
Of course I heard all about what a shocking departure this was from her earlier writing, blah blah...
Well, it's really not. (Shocking, or a departure).
No, it's not a horror novel, but the writing style is the same, and her protagonists are still two cute gay boys in New Orleans. This couple just happen to be chefs.
Obviously Poppy Brite found the world of her husband (a chef) interesting - and it is. It's a really charming, fun book with a fascinating view into the world behind the dining room. Wouldn't mind reading the next in the series.