This is a story about a group of vampires on a gore-covered, depraved murder spree. 
 No, wait. 
 This is a store about an old vampire trying to find beauty in the world. 
 No, still. 
 This is a story about a mother trying to find justice for her husband and son brutally ripped from her. 
 No. 
 This is a story about a road trip, and faith and violence and miracles. 
 There we go. 
 It's actually a couple of different road trips in a number of different cars, from the one where little Glendon gets yanked out the window by a bunch of vampires, to the muscle cars traipsing across the country in blood fueled venom, to the one following quietly behind intent on their end driven by a mother turned nun looking for justice for her murdered son and an older vampire trying to stop their bloody spree before everything gets exposed for the love of blue, almost lavender eyes. It portrays the gory side of vampires in all their glistening, blood-soaked madness. 
 Buehlman does have a talent for writing rich characters and lush atmospheres, though. I especially loved Judith, whose hidden strengths in the face of her own mortality especially impressed me, and honestly, Calcutta, who had a richer history and a care for her own mother that I would not have expected. 
 The Suicide Motor Club was also not really what I was expecting. To be entirely fair, the only other book by Buehlman I've ever read was Those Across the River, which was about a little southern town hiding a nasty secret. Reading that inclined me to expect The Suicide Motor Club to be a more traditional horror novel -- but this was not that. For that reason, I expect, this book didn't yank me in the way I wanted it to, because I really wanted a traditional horror novel and picked Buehlman as an innovative, atmospheric writer of such. 
 In short -- good book. Gory. Sometimes offensive. Surprisingly deep at times. Worth the read if you're looking for a story about vampires who really, *really* don't sparkle and love muscle cars.