So, I’ve finally gotten on the True Blood bandwagon which, of course, has led me to the books. I claim them as an extravagant guilty pleasure. Guilty in that the writing really isn’t that good, but, just like M&M’s, I’m devouring them at a high rate of speed AND enjoying myself immensely. Everyone needs to find books like these in their reading lives. I’m not speaking of the content of course, just the enjoyment level. Different content for different folks.
In Dead Until Dark, vampires have “come out of the coffin” and achieved some legal status (sounds AWFULLY familiar….cough, cough, Anita Blake, cough, cough) thanks to the Japanese perfecting synthetic blood to deal with their unique dietary requirements. The tiny Louisiana town of Bon Temps has been fairly isolated from the debate until vampire Bill Compton moves into town. Sookie Stackhouse is a waitress at Merlotte’s and is quite excited by this turn of events. Not everyone in town is as gracious to the newcomer, but Sookie is determined to make him feel welcome. Unfortunately, women in the town start being killed and the police are quick to point the finger at Sookie’s new friend. Her unique ability to hear the thoughts of those around her provide the perfect opportunity to try to find out who is behind it before her Lothario of a brother gets the blame. The only one she can’t here is Bill and the relief behind that silence leads to some steamy romance. First in a series…nine books and counting!
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