I'm reading a goddamn dumb drugstore thriller about some jerkoffs who think they are vampires and go around draining women's blood and leaving ornate golden goblets on their bodies. You know, ornate golden blood goblets, you see 'em all the time. Also, psychic detectives. I wouldn't have bought the book if I'd known about the vampire-wannabes or the psychics, and the latter are annoying me even more than the former. I'm all for a good story about psi talents, but when you inject them into mur...