Being quite a fan of both Poppy Z. Brite and James O'Barr's series, The Crow; I thought that I had no chance of being disappointed by this book. In past Crow books I have been quite moved by the abilities of authors to expand upon something that was already quite, quite good. In Brite's work, she had shown the ability to breathe life into every word until you truly felt you were living in the novel until you closed the book and started again.But this... *sigh* This was a real disappointment. Brite never seemed to really give a damn about her own characters. The Crow element seemed to only be there for a lark. It seemed like someone threw this big party and no one really showed up.What a pity. This could have really been something.