The Sookie Stackhouse novels are the perfect vacation read: total brain candy, a little flash and not a lot of substance. I flip through them quickly and eagerly, and enjoy them for their tawdry entertainment, but don’t may them much mind.
In fact, I only realized after the fact that I somehow skipped book 11, which I already owned. I didn’t notice because it had been a while since I took a look at the series, and because Harris spends so much time painfully rehashing what happened previously that you can move forward and skip around and not miss much.
I didn’t love the character arcs this go round, and I’m about tired of Sookie’s boring day-to-day. “I got dressed. I had coffee. I walked to the door.” Yawn. And it seems like it has gone from a fun zany time to “this week, on a very special Tru Blood.” It is trying to be way to serious: I’m here for the flirty vampires, not for the political unrest.
I’ll probably go back and read 11, because I’m a completist like that, and of course finish the 13th and final of the series, but unlike some series I won’t be sad that it’s done, but happy to have put a bow on it.
Felt the same way, in fact I don’t even know if I read the final book. That’s no Bueno. Did anything happen with her other series? The girl who investigated crime scenes? I remember reading the first two forgettable books and never went back.
I haven’t read anything else by her, so I’m not sure, though it doesn’t bode well.
Oh man, I gave this book 1 star back in Cannonball 4 and haven’t looked back at the series. I am usually a completest, but after this one I just didn’t care how the chronicles of Sookie shook out.