One might assume that librarians have boring lives. However, one would be wrong. Jane Jameson not only possesses an unfortunate-sounding name, but also a graduate degree in library science. And she learns just how exciting a librarian's, or even former librarian's, life can be when she spends her "severance pay" of a gift certificate to Shenanigan's trying to reduce her liver to pudding, chatting up strange -- very strange -- men and being mistaken for a deer. Being changed into a vampire just makes Jane's life more complicated. Determining when to tell friends and family about her new lifestyle was not something she learned in library science courses. Dodging her best friend's alternating fascination and revulsion with her new abilities, her mom's everyday emotional blackmail and her sire's influence on her hormones is enough excitement for the newly-undead librarian; dealing with unemployment and being set up for murder, at the same time, are just extra party favors.

Unlike the many pot-boiling, predictable, teeny-bopper, paranormal-ish tale-meets-chick-lit flooding the literature scene right now, Molly Harper's wildly witty prose and fang-sharp bon mots hit the spot for the reader who wants to remember the plot and the characters beyond the last page. In fact, some of the quips are so clever, spouses and loved ones in the vicinity may discover that NICE GIRLS DON'T HAVE FANGS is just as funny when read aloud...repeatedly. This debut novel plunges into and rebuffs stereotypes with eyes wide open and toothy grin beaming.