I'm about halfway through a re-read of The Vampire Lestat, which is a curious experience. Lestat is like a shonen protagonist trapped in a yaoi which, moreover, has the 'incest' and 'shota' tags. He never bends to uncertainty, and finds himself towering above those who slavishly follow others.
I miss feeling like that. Reveling in a sort of deserved arrogance. Enjoying unlife.
Can't say I'd recommend it for all the weird pseudo-poopdickery, but Rice wrote legitimately good prose and its artistic loftiness has a way of making the things I normally consume seem like dross.