Mar 13, 11
Read from March 12 to 13, 2011
The last book that I read by Charlaine Harris was "Grave Sight" which was beyond creepy and gross and semi-incestuous. And just plain bad.
Coming back to the Sookie series, which I had enjoyed for a while and then started to go downhill, I was hoping for at least something resembling readability. No such luck.
I couldn't even make it to the halfway point. Between Skeevy Eric calling Sookie "my lover" every 3.5 seconds, and Sookie's alluding to her gay fairy (real fairy - like from Fae) cousin Claude in a sexual way - if only to assure everyone in podunk little Bon Temps, LA that they are NOT having sex despite him moving in with her, being completely gorgeous and her wanting to watch him strip (professionally, of course), I think I've had quite enough. I can pretty much guess where the story is going, anyway. I don't think I'm missing much.
I should have known from the last couple books in the series that this would be no better. I just didn't think it would be worse. Wrong. There shall be no more Sookie books in my future, pretty sure I'm right about that, at least.