I really do believe Anne Rice isn't.. a genius author. She seems to forget things about her own characters a lot, and every man is bisexual and every woman is straight because she wants to write about penises. But I will give it to her for this, it is actually historically accurate, and fucking enjoyable. I really relate to Tonio, so she wrote him as a character decently enough for me to become very attached to him. Castrati have always been a weird little interest of mine, so this book was everything I have dreamed of. New favourite book, even with the usual insane Ricean sex scenes.