Someone said these books reminded her of cotton candy; they taste good, but no substance, and I have to agree. Charlaine Harris’ success with this series has to be due to her characters, and not her writing skill. Love the main characters, Sookie (even though I’d like to kill her myself), Bill, and Eric, just to name a few. These books are not very well written, but the characters are so engaging at this stage, one feels compelled to continue.
One of the weaknesses in this series is the plethora of characters which at times totally overwhelms the narrative. The shortness of the books means there’s not a lot of time to develop the story, and the crush of characters pushed into it is like a boat foundering at times.
Now that I’ve actually read more of the later books, due mostly to some kind of warped need to see how Sookie survives, I wish I’d stopped with this book. Just walked away and left Sookie and Bill where they were, happy in my ignorance.
Bill continued to make me think he was a sexy and smart vampire, with Eric as the clown prince of darkness. Kind of like choosing a very nice red wine in a lovely bottle over a box wine with a plastic lining.
And where shall I go with Sookie’s continuous series of injuries? Can’t believe she stays nubile and luscious after all that. Whew.
Sookie, Sookie, Sookie. And Bill, you should have planned things better, my dear!