My spring Comic Con tour started in Toronto and ended in Boston. If you're not in the know about all-things-Comic-Con, then you probably don't consider the "man behind the curtain," or, who puts these things on.

Wizard World puts on Comic Cons all over the country, including Toronto, Philly, Chicago, Mid-Ohio, Austin, and New Orleans. Their latest acquisition is the "Big Apple" Comic Con for 2013, but that's not the same as the New York Comic Con. Comic Cons in other areas of North America are put on by other companies, like the San Diego "International" Comic Con and, of course, East Coast Cons like Baltimore and Boston.

The Boston Comic Con was a lot of fun. Toronto had a ton of celebs and so, was more about individual fans of individual celebs...and, Yu Gi Oh. There were lots of tween, teen, and young adult boys looking for the opportunity to play in tournaments. You had Artists' Alley, of course, but there were more browsers than buyers because the crowd was more interested in celebrity-sightings and photo opps, using the vendors as a sort of time-filler/killer. In Boston, the focus was on comic books themselves. The celebs? Guys like Al Jaffe of MAD magazine. There were also a ton of families--including mom, dad, and older teens with younger siblings. There were great costumes at both Boston and Toronto, basically, fans who dress up as characters from everything to Star Trek and Star Wars, to X-Men...there was one Merlin from the SyFy show of the same name in Toronto, and one Katniss Everdeen in Boston.

The space was different in Boston, all encompassed in one long, very wide hallway, or branch, of the Hynes Convention Center. The Hynes Convention Center is accessible via the Prudential Center and Copley Plaza off of Boylston Street. Great location near high-end shopping and eateries, as well as more family friendly venues, right in downtown Boston. The hallway was lined with vendors selling all kinds of interesting things, but also, lots of comic artists and indie film-makers, as well as people in costume for photo-opps with fans. On the right side of the hallway, or plaza-level, there were separate rooms for speakers like me, as well as a zombie movie-marathon, while the left had a very large space used for Artists' Alley. There were artists from all the major Marvel and DC groups, as well as Th3rd World and the artist for Cinderella, a great female-hero driven graphic novel. There was about 8,000 fans trolling the Boston Comic Con, mostly in costume. There were no lines, plenty of space and lots of friendly, smiling faces. There was a real fun-vibe happening at the Boston Comic Con. And I was there on the second day. Which tells the whole story, doesn't it?

In Toronto, the speaker rooms and celeb Q&A's took place in one wing of the Metro Convention Centre in downtown Toronto, also near  restaurants as well as the famed Rogers Stadium and CN Tower; the featured rooms were in the center of the wing with hallways and access doors on both sides. Further down, you could find tournament rooms and on the second level, there was Artists' Alley--a warehouse-sized space that had food vendors all around the perimeter, artists and authors in the center and at the back, celeb photo/autograph stations. Like the Boston Comic Con, Toronto had two main rooms for speakers--one large (480-person capacity) and one smaller (350-person capacity). I was originally scheduled for the smaller space, but like Boston, we made a few last minute changes to accomodate the show. Wizard World offers VIP ticketing so for every event or speaker over the course of the day, there were two lines--one for VIP ticket-holders and one for people with general admission day passes. There were two long lines of people waiting to enter the room for my show...which somewhat freaked me out when I realized what was happening. I've had large audiences before--but never people willing to stand in line for 20 minutes to see me. And in Toronto, unlike Boston, no one in attendance was a family member or friend--but I did meet plenty of fans of my books, and, of vampires in general, and, of the supernatural, and, of paranormal romance, and, of superheroes...so it was a real mix that made for a very enthusiastic, engaged audience.

The fans for my Boston show numbered upwards of 120 or so. In Toronto, my audience was almost double that. Of course, the room in Boston seated about 120 (as opposed to Toronto--which seated 480!), and yes, there were people standing up in the back in Boston. Now, what made the Boston audience even more awesome was the surprise. What surprise? Let me explain:

I was scheduled for a room without a projector; the problem there is part of my show at all Comic Cons depends on a multi-media presentation I made specifically to go along with my talk. Without the visuals and sound  to go with my presentation, it would be like serving pancakes...without the syrup. Dry. And tasteless. So, the promoter for Boston had offered to rearrange the zombie movie-marathon so I could do my show properly. Very generous of him, because it meant tweaking the schedule. Unfortunately, we weren't able to make the changes in time to get into the program. So as I spoke to a full room yesterday, while the fans were just awesome and super-engaged in my talk, actively asking questions and sharing comments, I mistakenly thought most were in the room for the zombie-flicks. After I closed my talk, and the kind applause resounded around the room, not only was I bombarded by pop culture enthusiasts, but I realized as we cleared the space before getting George Romero's Night of the Living Dead on the silver screen, that the room was empty of all but five people. That crowd, the people who squished-in, even stood up, to listen to my talk weren't just being polite, they were there specifically to see my show. I am a Native Bostonian and there were five people in attendance who knew me--so what about the other 110 +/- folks???

It was awesome to see so many people pack the room just for my show. I loved my time in Toronto, too--don't get me wrong. It was fabulous. But being in my hometown and having people who didn't know me show up just to see me was pretty amazing. I was humbled, and grateful.

My Comic Con tour continues this fall. Stay tuned for more details! What am I doing in the meantime? Well, for starters--TED. No, it's not what you think. I'll be presenting in the field my Doctorate is in, Medical Humanities, for a TEDx talk in New York this June. I'll also be participating in an event at Yale this summer. By September, I'll be back on the Wizard World Tour for at least two of the three fall Comic Cons scheduled in Mid-Ohio, Austin, and New Orleans.

So what's the big deal? Why are hundreds of people packing into rooms at these Cons to see me? Well, you'll just have to see it for yourself. I can tell you that I do have a book chapter coming out on vampires in popular culture in the definitive book edited by Jody Pennington, Evil in Pop Culture, coming out next year. And yes, there are other projects in the pipeline. A hint? Sure!

Things aren't always black and white...sometimes, they're in Shades of Grey...and other colors, too: Purples, golds, reds, blues, but I've already said too much. ;)

 
 
So, you want the dish? The insider-info on all the dirty details??? Sure, I can help you there. Hang on to your hat!

CW-darling, Torrey DeVitto, who plays Melissa Hastings on Pretty Little Liars and Dr. Meredith Fell on Vampire Diaries, is as sweet, nice and TALENTED as you would imagine her to be. She has natural grace under pressure and handled difficult fan-questions during her Q&A with husband of one-year, Paul Wesley, like a champ. Yes, I was moderating the panel. And yes, Torrey was sitting next to me. She was wearing a super-flattering black and white jacket and killer heels. Donning the in-style of darker hair with light-ends in loose curls, she shined. Plain and simple.

DeVitto and Wesley married a year ago this month on the 16th; DeVitto's talents go way beyond the silver screen to her violin. Yes, she's a terrific musician. Her father was a drummer for Billy Joel and her middle name is in Joel's honor. She even played her fiddle for Christie Brinkley at Brinkley's wedding to Peter Cooke.

What I loved about the couple was how Wesley generously shared the spotlight and limelight with DeVitto. There were about 400 screaming females of all ages in the 45-minute Q&A that took place at 3pm EST at the Metro in Toronto. The "talent," as celebs like Wesley and DeVitto are called at events like this, enter the room a few minutes after the session starts. Because, as moderator, I had to lay down some ground rules first. And, get the crowd even more frenzied for their brush with Vampire Diaries fame. Tough job, but someone's got to do it.

The two came running in after my intro and got right to work, engaging with excited fans. Wesley had no problem joking easily with fans, even when one made a comment about how small Wesley is in person. DeVitto picked up the question, explaining how television cameras add height and width to people. And she's right. A television camera adds about ten pounds to a person's perceived frame, and, because of perspective, adds a few inches as well. Wesley also admitted to having slacked a bit on his daily Vamp Diaries work outs, saying playfully, "What do you want? I'm tired...," followed by his signature James Dean-like smile.

DeVitto and Wesley were tight-lipped about next week's season finale, hinting only that Stefan develops a new relationship.

Another interesting revelation was when a fan asked Wesley if he'd ever watched the evolution of Joss Whedon's Angel to prepare for his role as the Ripper. Wesley stunned us all by saying he's never seen Boreanaz's work. Ever. We were all a bit disappointed to learn that Wesley isn't a fan of the genre he's a part of. But that's what acting is all about, isn't it? As fans, we'd like to imagine the people who portray some of our favorite characters are just as enthusiastic as we are.

Wesley also revealed that if he wasn't acting, he'd be writing. I found this of particular interest as a writer and writing professor, and almost handed him my card right on the spot.

DeVitto said she always knew she wanted to be in show biz while Wesley said it was something that evolved over time for him. His favorite movie: Goodfellas. DeVitto, on the other hand, named three--including Newsies.

Now, in case you're wondering, the schedule for a celeb at Comic Con is rather grueling. You're meeting and greeting people for several hours in the morning; you get a short break for lunch before prepping for your next appearance--usually a Q&A--followed by more photo opps with fans. Your hand is cramped by day's end; your throat is dry. You can only see blue spots before your eyes because there have been cameras flashing in your face the entire day. You don't have time to change, so you're sweating--all day--with only brief moments of privacy to touch up and refresh on the go. You have to smile constantly. You can never slouch. And eating or drinking is out of the question because press and photogs are always looking for that "everyday" moment to sell to mags. Even walking down the hallway is a chore because you can't do it without being followed by flashes and promises of eternal love. And the thing is, these actors are just people. Like you and I. They simply embody the ideas writers pull their thinning hair out to develop for you, the fans. And yes, I pull my hair out on a daily basis.

Speaking of hair, Wesley claims to do his own trademark spike.

As moderator, I had to wrap the session at about 3:50pm to get the next celeb (Gerry Ryan) in the room on time; not an easy thing to do, given that the Q&A line at the mic was still 20-people deep. But Wesley and DeVitto were very personable with their fans, giving each question careful consideration and elaborate answers--the kind that you wait in line for 45 minutes to hear. Luckily, Paul Wesley was gracious enough to offer to do further meet-n-greets in his booth stationed along Artists' Alley on the upper level.

Before Torrey DeVitto left the stage, she looked for me to shake my hand, thanking me for my work. She cued Wesley to do the same before their hasty departure. I was holding my cane in my right hand and wasn't quite ready for the back-handed hand-shake so Wesley apologized and shook my other hand, also thanking me before being deluged by fans asking him to stop and take a picture with him. He was being ushered out by his manager and bodyguard, even though it was clear he loved his fans and would have stayed in the room all day chatting them up if he could.

Wesley and DeVitto's first-class flight to Toronto wasn't as easy as one might imagine; not only was Joan Rivers a passenger (so one may find their fashion choice of the day under scrutiny on her next episode of Fashion Police), but the couple had to endure their plane being struck by lightening! DeVitto said it sounded like one of the plane engines had died when they were first hit; she thought the plane was going down. While Wesley joked that he knew they'd be fine, having previously read about how a plane's construction is meant to hold up to lightening. He laughed as described the odd way the pilot came on the speakers, commenting about how it was Friday the 13th so weird things were bound to happen. Indeed.

Before DeVitto and Wesley's session was set up, SyFy's Being Human cast members, including Meaghan Rath, Sam Huntington and Sam Witwer were doing their own Q&A. I was prepping for my spot with Paul and Torrey so was unable to sit in on their session but did rub elbows with Huntington, Rath and Witwer as I was getting on stage for the Vampire Diaries show at 3pm. The chatty threesome, particularly Huntington, were super-friendly with fans and staff. I didn't have time to get too involved but can tell audiences that as I was prepping on stage, Witwer gave me a good, hard, long look. Up. And down. Witwer is six years my junior so I was terribly complimented, especially given his rumored connection with the gorgeous, Alexa Davalos. Three people were responsible for my look that day: Kate Somerville (and her insanely good skin care), my colorist, Jason (who made my hair absolutely perfect for the occassion even though I'm the worst client in the world), and of course, the indominable Roberto Cavalli (for his Moorea batwing blouse that not only helped me keep my cool all day long, but helped me look the part as well). Oh, and lest I forget to mention the adorable, Dr. Irwin Smigel, who has helped celebs like Kelly Ripa keep their smiles whiter and brighter for years--thank you for your generosity.    

Three years ago, I went through a terrible trauma. More cruelty than anyone can imagine. It caused me to have health difficulties that included neurological symptoms like losing feeling on my left side, decreased mobility, weight gain, and depression. So as I stood on stage yesterday with the talented, generous and kind Paul Wesley and his lovely wife and co-star, Torrey DeVitto (whose million-watt smile is even more dazzling in person than on screen), I felt as though--with the help of friends mentioned above and my manager, as well as the love of my life, Bob--like the vampires I so passionately study, write, and speak about, I was born again. Into a new life. A better life. One where dreams can come true. And the cruelty that has caused not only me, but all of humanity, to turn to fanged-monsters as our saviors, has disappeared.

My one regret? Not having the time to tell Torrey and Paul that they'd be perfectly cast as Ana and Christian in the upcoming movie production of Fifty Shades of Grey. Oh, and by the way, if you are a fan of James' work, I can only hint at connection to an upcoming project surrounding the now infamous "mommy porn"--the dominant to Ana's submissive, as it were.
 
More to come on Toronto Comic Con 2012!!! And stay tuned for next week's reflection on the Boston Comic Con:

Must. Eat. Brains.

 
TRUE BLOOD 4:12 09/11/2011
 
*SPOLIER ALERT*

Too good to wait. Boy, that was a GREAT finale! I have to admit, Raelle Tucker, the author of the last episode of Season 4, managed to surprise even me.

We all knew it wasn't Jessica knocking on Jason's door again--Hoyt, maybe, but the Rev...and with fangs??? I liked it. A lot. But that storyline only has about three possibilities...not enough to keep the Truebies busy over the next nine months. A tad disappointing there. After a truly remarkable season of one breath-taking episode after another, it would be difficult for Team-True Blood not to falter...if only a little. I found this device old, tired and ultimately, cliche. But if anyone can pull it off, it's Tucker. Here's to hoping! (and I'm actually toasting to that success with my latest mixology concoction, the "Cruel Mistress," which will be featured in this month's Pop Culture Cooking...yes, it's back!!!)

Ready to keep going? Onward!

Sookie shoots Debbie. Fans of Harris's novels had a heads-up there. Which begs the question, why is hot, hunky Alcide Herveaux attracted to homicidal maniacs???  Sookie just joined the club. She killed Debbie with the same precision with which she spooned sugar and poured milk into Tara's mug earlier in the episode. Scary. And so was that scene with Bill and Eric. No manage a trois this season, kids....

Jesus dies. But don't feel too badly. He was never really part of Harris's novels anyway. Lafayette, on the other hand-- resurrected as he was--has only one place to go from here.... I can't say anything more. And yes, I'm as big a tease as that ginger-slut, Jessica. And you love it, don't you???

There were some great lines in the last episode; I'll let you savor all the fun one-liners on your own. Some of them had me laughing out loud. It's one of my favorite parts of the show. And, Tucker's golden pen.

Nan gets it in the end, or does she? Perhaps she who laughs best doesn't have to laugh last...because someone dug up Russell Edgington. Oh yes, he's back, baby!!!! Season 5 is looking good....

Sam and Luna are tight after both burying their dead...and just as she tells Sam not to jinx their joy, a werewolf emerges from the shadows. We saw that one coming with our eyes closed, people!

Tara is shot! In the head. Saving Sookie. Oy. She looks dead, but if you're a fan of Harris's novels, you know Tara lives a relatively normal, healthy life...with marriage, children, even a career as a local shop-owner. I want Tara to live and love again--not only because I think Rutina Wesley rocks and would miss her inspirational performances--but because I'm sick of seeing the African-American characters get beat up. There. I said it.

Does Andy Bellefleur father a faery-child? His world is in for a shake- up, down, and all around in Season 5. Holly, better hang on to your witch's hat...cuz you're in for the ride of your Wiccan-life!

And poor Arlene! Isn't it bad enough she was engaged to a serial killer who impregnated her with his demon spawn? I guess not. Terry's a good man, but as the peacock-owning author Flannery O'Connor once pointed out--also a Southerner like Harris and Ball--"a good man is hard to find"....

We all know #waitingsucks...so why wait? Check out the 2011 E-dition of True Blood & Philosophy: We Wanna THINK Bad Things with You, available at Barnes & Noble, Amazon...and iTunes! Shameless plugs aside, like our favorite TB vamps, you can only sustain yourself on True Blood 4 re-runs for so long before you need an infusion of human hemoglobin...and I understand (from very good sources) that mine is rather magical. At least, in literary form. 

TB 4:12 rates an unapologetic 9/10 on the Housel-scale. Great season, everyone--and of course, our thanks to Alan Ball, Raelle Tucker, the cast and crew of HBO's True Blood, all the behind-the-scenes HBO peeps who make it happen, the "real" Sookie--Charlaine Harris, and yes, YOU--the fans--without whom none of this would matter. 

Until Season 5...stay thirsty! For True Blood, that is.... 
 
 
Where to begin??? I asked the question in my original post, which was lost moments ago into the magical ether of technology. Boy, do I hate that. And, my mysterious keyboard, which still holds secrets even after four years together....

Alan Ball is a genius. But you don't need me to tell you that. If you're a fan of True Blood, finishing its fourth season tonight, you undoubtedly agree. Never would I have read one of Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse novels and thought, "Emmy winner!" But Ball did. He, and people like Raelle Tucker, have created a show that make synapses snap to attention. Mine included. I used to call True Blood an existential train wreck with crashes of soft-core porn; today, I call it life-blood.

In a sea of otherwise uninteresting and unimaginative fare, Ball & Co. prepare a veritable feast for hungry audiences. And we are VERY hungry. Reality TV is the viewing equivalent of Chinese take-out; audiences find themselves starved for something more...well, meaty. Protein-based foods take up to four hours to digest, keeping you fuller, longer. Carbs, like a big plate of lo mein, can take less than two hours, tricking the body (and mind) into a false sense of satisfaction. But like a bloody steak, True Blood provides enough mental protein for eager audiences to feast on for nine months in between seasons. Now that's what I call a good meal!

The last three episodes have been some of the best television witnessed in my lifetime, and that's no small feat. As "The Pop Culture Professor," it's my job to review EVERYTHING...from Russian Dolls to new animated Wolverine episodes to the latest Food Network Chopped. It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it. And I've been doing it for 17 years. In ALL that time, NEVER have I seen anything so original as the last three episodes, 9-11, of True Blood. And as today is 9-11, it seemed the right time to discuss it with all of you.

Today is a difficult day in American history. One of the people I admire in 2011 is Lesley Jane Seymour, Editor-in-Chief of More magazine. She put out a Twitter query on Friday: What were you doing on September 11, 2001? I answered.

September 11, 2001, I was in a rehabilitation hospital two weeks after a neurosurgery for brain cancer that left one half of my body essentially paralyzed. My world had ended. Nothing was as it seemed. Everything was surreal, absurd even. As I lay in my hospital bed, unable to move, I watched a plane crash into the Twin Towers; one of the nurses had come in to give me a Heprin shot (to prevent blood clots) and turned on one of the many morning "news" shows that clutter American telvisions each morning...even Saturdays. At first, I thought it was some kind of stunt; it was just so unbelievable. Though totally numb from my own constant pain, I was sadly aware I was no longer alone.

The stories that began to unfold from that moment forward were something unthinkable in the American collective unconscious. And yet, still real. Still happening. Almost as unbelievable as a 30-year old woman being diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor for the second time since she was 20. Seven years later, we all found ourselves in a better place. I was literally back on my feet again, and so was America. We had healed, together yet separate. Part of what helped us move forward was the mindless escapism pleasantly provided by popular culture, ever-eager to serve. And by the summer of 2008, we were all ready for something new. Something daring, adventurous...something, unthinkable. Dark creatures of the night are now the heroes. Humans are the monsters. In a Joseph Campbell-esque world, where "ritual death and dismemberment" are real, True Blood provided American true-blues with a much needed catharsis.

So this piece tonight is dedicated to Alan Ball & Co., to Charlain Harris, to all the Truebies, Fangers, Bangers, and Monster-mash ups like Marnie. Thank you. Humbly, gratefully and most sincerely. 

Episode 9 was amazing; I'd never seen anything like it...until Episode 10. Episode 10 took Episode 9 and rolled into Episode 11 with a BANG! CRASH! KAPOW! We've seen the miracle of rebirth with Mavis and her infant son, thanks to Jaguar-Jesus and Lafayette.

Lafayette's character died early in Harris's novels; it's only appropriate that someone who is brought back to life, so to speak, exists between the two worlds. Seeing through the thin veil between life and death is something common to those of us who are now in what I call "the between space." And Marnie, well, let's just say that tonight...she's attempting to bridge the gap between the here-after and the "between." Will Jesus and Lafayette survive? We'll know in 15 minutes!

Jessica and Jason...as predicted earlier this summer, the twain have met! Hoyt is no longer part of Jessica's equation. Does Season 5 hold a future for these two star-crossed lovers? Only time will tell...because if I do, the plot may change, and we don't want that to happen (again). ;)

Sookie Stackhouse. Anna Pacquin's thighs don't even touch she's so skinny this season, no more apparent than in her red, lacey get-up where she dreams about BOTH Bill and Eric. Lucky girl. But all the actors looked more gaunt this season; like they'd subsisted on a cube of cheese and seven almonds for the nine months in between Season 3 and Season 4.  Well, everyone except Alcide Herveaux or Joe Manganiello, whose last name contains the word "eat" in Italian...yum.

No were-tigers this season, sadly, Maybe next. Sam Merlotte, though, has had quite an interesting run. In turn, Sam Trammell has really gotten to show his chops (and choppers) this season...here's to more of that in Season 5!

Is Pam going to reunite with Eric? Of course, my beautiful Vampirazzi...have no fear. Pam will always be pretty in her pink casket.

And what of Debbie Pelt? Her last name is a big foreshadow...no surprises there. But there ARE surprises in store...keep watching! I know I will....

On the Housel-scale, True Blood 4:9-11 earn a bloody-good 10/10...if I could give it more, I would. Damn, I hate limits. And that, my dear readers, is EXACTLY why True Blood is so AMAZING.

 
 
THE NINE LIVES OF CHLOE KING just finished its first season on ABC Family, one of the many Disney subsidiaries--which surprisingly also airs shows like Secret Life of the American Teenager, where the storyline revolves around the extraordinarily active sex lives of teenagers...yeah, not so much. Despite this little stumbling block, ABC Family's THE NINE LIVES OF CHLOE KING is an urban fantasy spin set in beautiful San Francisco where teenagers are not bed-hopping but doing relatively "normal" things like meeting for coffee, driving Kia Souls, getting their first kiss, and yes, dealing with different supernatural species like the MAI.

The MAI are descendents of the Egyptian goddess Bastet, whose early depictions are of a female form with a lioness's head, later demoted to a more dimunitive feline representation.

Chloe King learns on her 16th birthday that she is, in fact, MAI. Adopted as a baby, Chloe was raised by typical humans and so had no idea about her supernatural genetics until weird things began to happen...like coming back to life after a mortal fall.

Chloe is played by Skylar Samuels who you might recognize from Disney's WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE. I can see why Samuels is a Disney-darling: Her face is as angelic as Sandro Boticelli's 15th century painting of Venus, not to mention her ability to pull off Buffy-esque moves. I don't think anyone can replace Sarah Michelle Gellar, but if anyone could be a contender, it's Samuels.

What I love about this new urban fantasy meets young adult adaptation is how it recognizes the innocence of teendom--and despite shows like Pretty Little Liars and Secret Life, other than the supernatural drama--THE NINE LIVES OF CHLOE KING shows a Gilmore Girls-esque relationship between Chloe and her single yet professionally successful mom, shopping trips with her best friend Amy, and all while testing the sometimes turbulent dating waters...no teen pregnancies need apply. And although there is sometimes a taste of Disney's sickeningly sweet cultural sugar substitute, the overall storyline is really quite good.

The other actors include young people like native-born Brit, Benjamin Stone, who plays one of Chloe's love-interests, Alek. You may recognize Ben from 10 Things I Hate About You. If it's his voice you recognize, you play too many Harry Potter video games...and I pity you. Forty-two-year old Amy Pietz plays Meredith King, a more benign (and put together) version of Lorelai Gilmore. Amy's been a character actor on a varietal of television shows, including The Drew Carey Show and even Star Trek: The Next Generation (she has my vote!). Newcomers Grace Phipps and Ki Hong Lee delightfully play Chloe's best friends, Amy and Paul. Grey Damon plays Brian Rezza, the human boy Chloe not-so-secretly loves. Grey has played parts in 10 Things I Hate About You as well as Kitch Maynard in the pop culture love-of-my-life, True Blood. Alicia Coppola and Alyssa Diaz play a mother and daughter--Alicia's character is the stoically-strong San Francisco MAI leader while Alyssa plays Chloe's protector and friend.

The season finale left us wondering who was going to live or die. And I have some spoilers for you, assuming CHLOE KING gets a second season. Valentina, Coppola's character, dies but Jasmine, her daughter played by Diaz, doesn't. Brian looks like he's dead, too, but hold your breathe! It aint over 'til the fat lady sings. And I have a sneaking suspicion that Alek and Chloe may be siblings...explaining why Chloe loves him but doesn't feel "right" about their potential relationship. And no, I have not yet read the three-book series by Brit-born author Braswell....

In my pop culture book, the more kick-ass girl-characters, the better. We need more Chloe King's!

On the Housel-scale, THE NINE LIVES OF CHLOE KING gets a heart-warming 9/10!
 

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