I'm a bit of a bibliophile. I love books, reading them, listening to them, even going to a bookstore. It saddens me that bookstores are fast becoming unicorns... oh so rare.
That said, I finally caught up on the last Charlaine Harris Sookie Stackhouse series novel and I gotta say, I'm bitterly dissapointed. It may not take much to dissappoint me but this book really made me sad. I've diligently read all the books (save two that I listened to), and I love love love the HBO series (eventhough it verved a bit off course) but the last book DEADLOCKED f'ing sucked. It was soooo redundant. I mean it's the 12th book in the series, I know the characters. I KNOW the damn characters for GAWD sakes!!! You DON'T need to tell me 12 times. I'm not drunk or slow. Okay.. I'm not drunk... right now. And there was barely any sexy time in the book. like NADA!! Sookie can't make up her damn mind on who she wants to get with: Eric, Bill, Sam. WTF. There was no passion and barely a storyline. Just a bunch of fodder.
Maybe if I were drunk while listening to this, it would've been less painful.
If you are considering reading or listening to this book, read this review first because you will never get those hours back and I love you too much to say I told you so.
I'm listening to Real Murders by Charlaine Harris, I hope this will rectify the gaping hole in my heart. I really hate it when you begin to hate something you loved sooo much like the time I ate four whole packages of Peeps and got nauseous... but that's another story.
