Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Dead until Dark (Sookie Stackhouse #1), by Charlaine Harris
Barnes & Noble
Sookie Stackhouse is a small-time cocktail waitress in small-town Louisiana. She's quiet, keeps to herself, and doesn't get out much. Not because she's not pretty. She is. It's just that, well, Sookie has this sort of "disability." She can read minds. And that doesn't make her too dateable. And then along comes Bill. He's tall, dark, handsome - and Sookie can't 'hear' a word he's thinking. He's exactly the kind of guy she's been waiting for all her life.
But Bill has a disability of his own: He's a vampire. Worse than that, hangs with a seriously creepy crowd, with a reputation for trouble - of the murderous kind.
And when one of Sookie's colleagues is killed, she begins to fear she'll be next ...
I have never been so happy to finish a book.
I wanted to read the series before watching True Blood on HBO. I should have just watched the show.
There were too many plot holes and I found myself wondering if I had missed something. So I re-read several parts, and it still seemed like things popped up out of nowhere. There was not enough motivation behind her characters' actions to make sense.
I also find it completely unacceptable that a book from a Big Name Publishing Company is sent to press with so many grammatical errors.
The sex scenes? Awful. Horrendous. It seriously made me wonder if Harris had ever had sex, or watched porn, or read anything about sex before. It felt like I was reading a thirteen-year-old virgin's expectation of what sex is like. As written by said thirteen year old. I much preferred Stephenie Meyer's fade-to-black scenes in Breaking Dawn, lame as they were.
Hopefully the show is better.