First and foremost, let me apologize for not having this book on my currently reading…the magical little “Kindle-bots” delivered it to me while I slept, and the next morning I just couldn’t help myself. Anyways…on with the review.
“A Touch of Dead”, unfortunately enough, was literary equivalent to a journalistic “puff piece” There was no glue, no deeper meaning, no before or after… and more fluff than a Prima Ballerina’s tutu!
I have read, (in their entirety), every other novel in the “Southern Vampire Mysteries”, so… rest assured, I DID NOT take this monstrosity of choppy, poorly written, short story, piece of poo lightly.
Yes! That is right…you did not misunderstand me… I said a BOOK FULL OF SHORT STORIES! (take a deep breath, it helps…also, I hear chamomile has very soothing qualities! Once you have calmed down, feel free to continue reading)
I was, (to say the least) heartily disappointed in this book. While I (and I’m sure the rest of Sookie fans) wanted a continuation of the trials and tribulations of Sookie/Eric/Bill/ and even Pam, we were instead offered a lame and dissatisfying blurb about… “how the Fairies acquired their bar?”
Give me a break!
Here is something to think about…there is a legitimate reason these little snippets of insignificant hub-bub didn’t make their appropriate books the first time… Because we don’t care!
We want action! We want to know WHO dear ‘ole Gandpop meant when he said “The vampire loves you”, we want to know how Bon Temps survived after the “Battle of Pissed off Fairy Land” We want to know if Alcide really is as much of an ass as “Harris” is making him out to be, and for the love of God and all that is holy…we want some freaking substance!! We DO NOT want a lame story about Dracula’s birthday party!
Is that so much to ask?
Apparently! Because what most of us waited months for, the book that several of us pre-ordered and waited with bated breath for, the book that for all intents and purposes should have continued on with the story; did nothing of the sort. Instead it teased us… made us feel like we were an after thought…made some of us, (for a very VERY brief second) consider throwing our Kindles at the wall in sheer frustration!
Don’t waste your time Sookie fans! All you will be is disappointed and pissed off… Instead, lets pray that “Charlaine Harris” retrieves her brain from the landfill she apparently lost it in.
P.S. If you are reading this review and yelling at me for supposedly not reading the product description before I purchased it…I will have you know that when I ordered it 4 months ago…there was not book description and it was tagged as book number 10.
Regardless…it’s still crap.
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(1/5)
Sunday…the day that normal society is dreading; due to its unfortunate proximity to Monday; is the day I crave the most. Day of rest it is not – I assure you, (I spend the majority of it doing a Mount Saint Helen sized mound of laundry) However today is the day where David (my husband) and I finally see eye to eye. He stops thinking I’m a complete loser and starts relishing in the things that I LOVE! I know, its almost unheard of a wife and a husband agreeing…So…what is this mysterious thing that has brought us together? Why… It’s Tru Blood of course. While we watch it for different reasons (He likes to stare at the ever clueless Sookie, I like to stare at Eric) the fact remains that we both, very impatiently, wonder around the house waiting out our excruciatingly long Sunday in some sort of funk until 8:00; when we finally see our beacon of hope. (aka the DVR Light) It is not often that I agree with turning any sort of book into a show, the authors original character intent is usually so butchered that it leaves me dumbfounded or even sometimes a little ticked off. But Tru Blood? No… I have never had that response, that gut feeling; maybe it’s because I’m too wrapped up in their crazy portrayal of the Fellowship of the Sun, or maybe it’s because I just can’t wait to see how they will make Bill the bad guy, or maybe it’s because I really want to see if they will throw Alcide into the mix. The fact remains that when the opening credits start, I am sucked in. There is absolutely 0 chance, or expectation of me doing anything other than parking my ass on the couch and reveling in the obligatory blood exchange. So what does this mean for the rest of you? Well, duh… surprise I’m as much of a sucker as the rest of you. Now shut up and give me the remote!
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