Well I for one am very happy with the way Charlaine Harris chose to wrap up this series, and enjoyed this book as much as any of the others. I can't iWell I for one am very happy with the way Charlaine Harris chose to wrap up this series, and enjoyed this book as much as any of the others. I can't imagine True Blood doing what she's done with some of its beloved characters and relationships, but the two have already diverged so much that it feels like two great fandoms for the price of one, and as long as the show is still running I won't be too sad the books are over. 13 is definitely enough. I enjoy Charlaine's authorial voice and certainly wouldn't rule out starting another of her series at some point. It's comfort reading but not entirely fluffy - she weaves in bits of 'know thyself' wisdom to reflect on, and I always come away from them feeling like I've had a pep-talk....more
In the land of fanfic you leave your integrity and better judgment at customs - and just enjoy. I've read better and I've read a lot worse. It was perIn the land of fanfic you leave your integrity and better judgment at customs - and just enjoy. I've read better and I've read a lot worse. It was perfectly enjoyable, despite it not being a dynamic that particularly resonates with me.
The bdsm seems very cuddly after reading Anne Rice, and it's really more a cheesy story of woman meets man, woman changes man, woman saves man from himself. I'm reliably informed by stalwart readers of the 'romance' genre that this is no different from the kind of story women were reading 40-50 years ago in the form of notorious-rake-seduces/rapes-virgin-countess-but-she-ends-up-kinda-liking-it.
All in all there was surprisingly little of this:
For anyone who has played the Don Draper drinking game along with episodes of Mad Men - Don has nothing on Ana Steele, she drinks like a fish. I was more worried about her liver than her sore arse.
The whole 'inner goddess'/'subconscious' dichotomy was quite startling at first. Does anyone actually detach from and divide their inner monologue up like that? It was almost as disturbing as Michael naming his penis 'Ralph' in Forever, a cunning ploy by Judy Blume to freak young women out of sex for another couple of years. It reminded me of the Red Dwarf episode 'confidence and paranoia', where Lister's inner goddess tries to convince him that oxygen's for losers while his paranoia is pointing out the urine stains on his pants:
What people say about the writing quality is pretty accurate - in places I was surprised someone would put something up for publication without sprucing up the writing quality a bit further than this, toning down the repetition etc: on reflection I think my own inner goddess is pretty repetitious but it doesn't make for great reading. I was listening to a podcast recently by someone who had seen her at a con (comicon?) and she seemed as surprised by the trilogy's success as everyone else. It's not her fault we are morons to the marketing machine, and I'm happy for her - she's worked harder at this than buying a lottery ticket and brought people more pleasure....more