This is one of those books that I decided not to read for a long, long time because it didn't feel like the right time to do it. Finally, this book found it way to me and I went with it. I'm happy to say that it was a pleasant experience. 
 Some of the things I liked most of the book was that it was easy to read, catching (kept me eager to read what was going to happen next even though I already knew the entire story), and visually and thought provoking(view spoiler)[, this last bit especially in regards to the inevitable uncertainty of the meaning of one's existence and the challenge of stating what is good and what is evil. (hide spoiler)] 
 On the side of aspects I wasn't so fond of is Louis' contemplative nature, so intense to the point of coming across as downright spacey. Also, the reporter's homoerotic enthrallment with Louis was a bit cheesy (view spoiler)[, being how he was always blushing and stammering and averting his gaze flustered (hide spoiler)]. In the end, it comes down to me liking Lestat and Armand and some other secondary characters way more than Louis, who I didn't find that much charismatic. 
 End of the line, I think it's a good story, daring and entertaining.