Sometimes, book authors do the right thing and quit while they’re ahead. Others, well… they leave us high, dry and sadly disappointed by the book ending.
One of these unfortunate people was Charlaine Harris.
The series is her Southern Vampire Mysteries.
I’ve read the thirteen books and I was cursing myself for not stopping at Dead and Gone aka the ninth book of the series. Before the tenth book Dead in the Family, the series while not perfect was bearable.
Then Dead in the Family came and I was bemused. Sure, there were a lot of interesting things in it, like Sookie dealing with her post Lochlan and Naeve trauma, the introduction of Bill’s vamp sister and Eric’s backstory.
The rest was meh at best.
In my opinion, Alexei Romanov was introduced into the story only as a plot device and one of the catalysts of the future Sookie and Eric backstory.
Eric’s maker Appius was a vile bastard that should’ve been staked a long while ago.
However, while Dead in the Family was semi-ok, the next book was worse. While DitF had its moments, Dead Reckoning had a big fat nothing going for it. We learn that Dermot is not the bad guy. Other than that nothing else changes.
Claude is still a creep with a gorgeous body.
Sookie and Eric’s relationship starts to deteriorate.
Bill still doing the ‘I still love you Sookieh’ routine made me want to sharpen a stake and ram it up his sorely pussy whipped ass.
His TV version had more sense before the whole Billith stint (and I can’t believe I’m saying this).
The less said about this book, the better.
Hopefully, it will get better. Right? Right?!
Sorry, no dice.
Deadlocked came and I really wanted to curl up and cry.
I really did.
This book only continued the cluster fuck we were shown in the previous book.
Victor Madden was finally dead (whoopee shit!) and his boss finally got off his ass and crawled out of Vegas to investigate.
The problem with this is that I no longer give a flying one whether Sookie makes it or not. This made the whole situation boring to say the least.
The cluviel dor (aka the story’s Deus ex Machina) had potential. It really did. Sookie could’ve fixed all her problems with the thing and she used it to revive Sam Merlote aka the guy who’s her boss and the one guy she showed little to no interest in throughout the entire series. The sad part is that it worked. The object that allegedly worked only if the user loves the one (s)he intended to use the object on, worked on Sam Merlotte.
Now that is a mystery.
Hopefully, we’ll get an explanation on this in the next book.
Dead Ever After sums up my entire feelings on the series after reading this…piece of…work.
Can anyone explain to me what happened?
Why did a series about a telepath, werewolves and fucking vampires ended up being so jam packed with any supernatural being under the sun and plots so uninteresting that it makes you want to bang your head in an attempt to erase any evidence of having read the book?
Back in Living Dead in Dallas when the maenad was introduced it was short and sweet, but in this rag Harris seriously sees the end of the series and attempts to stuff anything and everything in it before giving the anti-climactic and unrealistic ending.
That is gross.
‘Voldemort in a tutu and singing I feel pretty’ gross.
Reading this book from back to cover made me want to take an extra-long shower and drown myself in chocolate.
My advice to people wanting to read this series is this: read up until Dead and Gone and then invent your own continuation of the series.
It will be far less traumatizing.