Sooo I like Harris' Southern Vampire Mysteries (AKA the Sookie Stackhouse books, AKA those things HBO's True Blood is based on) because I can generally read them in one sitting, they're entertaining, and they tell a nice concise story.
This latest book was true on all but the last count, because the ending came really abruptly. For a mystery series, this one wrapped up very...inconclusively. It really feels as though the author is just setting things up for the next book. Of course now that I'm caught up on the series and there is, as yet, no next book to be read, this is very frustrating.
On the other hand, I had a blast reading this story, I'm glad Bill's not being such a loser anymore, and perhaps my favorite part was the message that Turning Teenagers Into Vampires Is A Horrible Idea Bound To End In Tears And Bloodshed. Got that, Twilighters? Honestly, if you were a vampire, and you were going to make yourself companions to spend the rest of eternity with, why in the name of all that is holy (or unholy, I guess) would you want to hang out for thousands of years with whiny, melodramatic, uncontrollably hormonal self-centered brats? It makes no logical sense. And in Dead in the Family, it makes for huge bloody disasters. Those are the best kind!
Another plus of this book is that Sookie has kind of toned down on the Mary Sue Ooh Everyone's In Love With Me scale, and that's a great narrative choice because...it was getting kinda bad. But this book was overall quite good, aside from the abrupt and rather lackluster ending. 311 pp.
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