First and foremost: Lestat is a twat. He is a twat to a degree that I find almost comical. My favourite lines in this chapter are these: "My body was dead. It was some time before it became absolutely cleansed of the fluids and matter it no longer needed, but it was dead. And with the realization of it came another stage in my divorce from human emotions. The first thing which became apparent to me, even while Lestat and I were loading the coffin into a hearse and stealing another coffin from a mortuary, was that I did not like Lestat at all."
My main thought on this chapter is that... It feels very quaint. It feels like such a quaint beginning to such a fantastical, otherworldly life. It's written in such a 'full' manner that this feels like the whole story, that it could end at this chapter and I'd be satisfied. This is fantastic, although, this feeling makes me antsy. This is the first chapter. There is so much more to come, and I'm sure it gets more intense later.
Another note I have is just that I feel sorry for Louis, that he was robbed of what could have been such beautiful first experiences as a vampire. Again, Lestat's such an idiot that I actually find it a little funny, but even so, it's really unfortunate.
So far, I am immensely enjoying this novel.
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