Undead friends can be the family you choose. (You just can’t invite them to the bat mitzvah.) Fangs out. This is Sugar Bernstein’s new now. A former New York ad woman and nobody’s fool, this freshly minted vampire is avoiding loved ones by driving the country alone in a luxury camper van. (“Luxury” and “camper van” seem mutually exclusive concepts when your routine involves a sewage hose.) If all that’s not enough, her man is dead; an evil, blood-sucking she-creature is on her tail; and an entire Jewish family is on her case. It’s a lot.
With no guidance, Sugar is struggling to learn as much as possible about the rules of undead existence. She’s dusting off the oldest and most authoritative vampire books and movies, and testing the truth of it all by trial and error. Sunlight good or sunlight bad? Enhanced senses or just over imagination? Animal blood or human blood—is there really a difference? (Spoiler Alert: Yes.) And when it comes to life with no obvious end, how the hell do you finance it? (So much for early retirement.)
In her travels, Sugar finds help in surprising places—like beneath the neon signage of the Moonglow chain of RV parks—each with a secret section designated “V-parking.” And there’s even an app for that. Seems that Sugar is not the only “V” who feels #VanLife is a smart way to go. At Moonglow, Sugar feels like she can let down her guard enough to allow in some fellow travelers. But making friends is dangerous business when an infamous and evil vampire bitch is hunting you down. Opening your heart can have deadly consequences.
Will Sugar outrun evil? Will she take a chance on love when her previous encounters ended in murder? Will she make it to her niece’s bat mitzvah without causing the synagogue to explode? In her shoes, what would you do?