Hamilton kind of shaved off the pornstache for a while there, after her vampire hunter stopped hunting and spent her time humping.  She found a nice bang-balance for a bit, between the gunshots and the cumshots.  Now, she’s slipping back.  While zombie porn and a shiny zombie lover (not Anita’s) are the major thrust of the story, they get shunted aside for Anita to angst-y deal with her insanely complex polyamourous multi-gendered many-partnered relationship.  Now that there’s wedding bells involved.  Going to the chapel and […]

I’m just so done.  Even though he tries to emotionally manipulate us with major character kills, the book takes forever.  It should have been over three books ago.  It’s just the same repetitive, mansplaining, everyone loves Richard horseshit from the last eleventy-teen books.  It ends in November. (But I’m reading his alternate universe stand-alone modern one next.)

Another western that got touted as a cross between horror, dimestore shoot-em-up and Asian gorefest.  True on all counts.  If this were a film, I’d watch the fuck out of it.  And it’s somewhere between The Searchers and The Wild Bunch.  Brutal, gory, savage.  My only real beef was that the writing was a little over poetic — like it was narrated by Val Kilmer’s Doc Holliday.  Even the title suffers from that.

No idea why the hell I had it in my head that this book was about vampires.  Forever.  I’m taking decades.  But no.  Instead it’s this brilliant and thought provoking combination of Twelve Years a Slave and The Time Traveler’s Wife.  It manages to brush against so many touchstone topics of thoughtful deliberation that it’s no wonder that it’s still taught in high schools.  Honestly, so worth the read.