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327 pages, Hardcover
First published May 1, 2012
...I inhaled his scent. It was a little sad to remember how attractive I'd found him when I first met him, how I'd allowed myself to daydream that this handsome and hardworking man might be my soul mate [...] Our eyes met. I wanted to say something to him, something sincere and meaningful, but under the circumstances I really couldn't imagine what to say. And the moment slid by. Chapter 7
I woke up to a summer day that mocked me by being beautiful. The downpour had washed everything, cooled the air, and renewed the green of the grass and the trees. The delicate pink of the old crepe myrtle was unfurling. The cannas would soon be open. (Chapter 9)
Loved ones, friends, acquaintances had been mown down by the Grim Reaper. So I was no stranger to loss and to change, and these experiences had taught me something. (Chapter 9)
"We came by to wish you a happy day [...]And I suppose as usual, Bill will want to express his undying love that surpasses my love, as he'll tell you-and Pam will want to say something sarcastic and nearly painful, while reminding you that she loves you too." Chapter 14All these things combined to make reading this book a real treat and left me nostalgic for earlier books, wishing I could re-read them all again from a first time perspective.
The Stackhouse party’s enjoyment of some apparently Village People inspired male strippers is slightly tempered by the fact that Tara’s husband turns out to be participating in the act without her knowledge in the guise of “Randy the Construction Worker�. The matter is then swiftly brushed over, as everyone’s attention turns to “Dirk the Policeman� dancing to the no-doubt classic track “Touch My Nightstick� in a thong. At this point I began to severely regret not having gone into the aforementioned potential coma. The situation was not helped by the appearance of a “monokini� but a few lines later, the second so far to appear in this series after Alcide’s previous inexcusable choice of seduction outfit.
The trashy strip-club scenes over Sookie returns home, whereupon her fairy great-grandfather turns up to ask her about her sex life and make sure she isn’t committing incest with either her gay cousin or her great-uncle who is physically identical to her brother. She isn’t. It’s unclear whether or not this is the answer her great-grandfather was hoping for. At any rate, he proceeds swiftly to mess about with some previous plot details, before leaving Sookie alone with the great-uncle she now seems to have some sexual feelings for, despite him resembling her brother so closely. Luckily she thinks sleeping in the same bed as her relative again would make her feel “double squicky.�, although she was fine with it previously. Instead she retires to bed alone, locking her door against her relative just in case he’s a rapist.
We are then treated to yet more fascinating details regarding the layout of the Stackhouse residence, and all the exciting DIY projects of great-uncle Dermot, along with a another mention of how sexy Sookie finds her brother-resembling potential-rapist relative. By this point I’m beginning to find the whole family dynamic more than a little disturbing. Jason is currently the only male character not at some point touted as a character of sexual interest for Sookie, and Harris is skirting dangerously close. Luckily the familial sexual tension is broken by the appearance of an exposition-reciting non-character, who reminds Sookie of the plot up to now and sets her up with yet another were-female enemy who is sexually jealous of Sookie and also not as feminine as her. Even Sookie points out that the elevation of Jannalynn to the eminent position of “current psychotic female with were-powers who wants Sookie dead� makes no sense, but Harris has killed off all previous incarnations of this trope and so has no alternative but to ignore sense and proceed. The story then meanders around for a bit, trudging through the minutiae of beer deliveries at Merlotte’s, some waffle about how unifying Christianity is, the resurgence of Sookie’s obsession with work-based lockers, and the continued re-statement from various characters that there is a vampire currently frequenting the local werewolf bar. After half-a-dozen mentions of this fact Sookie suddenly decides to find it disturbing, meaning that in a few chapters time she will somehow end up investigating the matter and/or randomly stumbling across the vampire’s identity. This is what passes for suspense in a Harris novel.
Whilst we wait for the inevitable reveal of the were-friendly vampire, the plot takes Sookie to a vampire gathering at boyfriend Eric’s house. This occasions one of Sookie’s traditional mind-numbing descriptions of her outfit and pre-event rituals. Then it’s on to the party, where Sookie’s sulk about the guests ruining Eric’s furniture is interrupted by her catching him in the bedroom with an amenable brunette. Luckily the brunette is immediately murdered, and whilst the police question the party-goers an unconcerned Sookie takes the time to admire the pumped-up figure of the ridiculously named and apparently famous wrestler T-Rex. Asked about her reaction to having been slighted by the dead girl she informs the police “Honestly, it was the equivalent of being insulted by a pork chop my boyfriend was eating�, displaying an admirable amount of humanity and fellow-feeling for the murder victim. Then she returns home with Eric and forgives him for cheating on her because he fucks her. Sookie is not bright.
For a while not much happens. We are supposed to be concerned about the identity of the murderer, but meanwhile the plot is so thin that at one point the reader is literally left to watch Sookie’s hair dry. Later Sookie puts extra makeup on because she’s depressed (which apparently makes sense to her), and paints her nails. Even she is so bored of her own life that she eavesdrops on the lives of the people around her without compunction. Fortunately the local police conduct their interviews of potential murder suspects within the earshot of their fellow suspects, without any concern that this might compromise the investigation. Unfortunately, the potential murder suspects are all as fantastically dull and uninformative as Sookie.
The book drags on. Sookie witnesses Tara going into labour, and almost immediately goes into a massive panic despite almost nothing actually happening. Once Tara is taken to hospital Sookie leaves a note instructing The Help to clean Tara’s chair, not doing so herself apparently because she finds amniotic fluid smelly. To complete her absolute uselessness to her friend, she then goes to work and makes the whole bar hold hands and pray for Tara and her pregnancy. Nobody in the bar objects to this, which doesn’t say much for their individuality or intelligence. Following this Sookie finds out the identity of the vampire who’s been visiting the werewolf bar, via the means of having it stated to her face. It nevertheless takes her another 3 pages to realise that she has learnt something, since she has to wait a little while for the thought to “to pop to the top of my brain� . This is all the more irritating since the reader has no reason whatsoever to be even slightly interested in the whole matter in the first place, as it’s entirely inconsequential.
Events from previous books continue to be rehashed incessantly, and we hear many thrilling details about Sookie’s incredibly boring life, until the tirade of dull nothingness reaches a nadir with the reappearance of “Bubba�. This is followed by yet another character from the past that no one cares about turning up, and yet another instance of someone randomly telling Sookie how pretty she is, and also straining the bounds of credibility to breaking point by complimenting her intelligence. We also learn of Sookie that “She’s kind�.She smells good. She has good manners. And she’s a good fighter, too�. All of which is obviously well worth hearing about at the expense of plot.
Despite all these compliments Sookie works herself up into a massive sulk, and decides to direct her mardiness at Sam by ruining his honeymoon, since he is apparently never there when she needs him. I’m not sure why he would be, since I seem to recall her turning Sam down and choosing several other men over him before periodically ignoring him. Still, logic and Sookie rarely work in tandem. Fortunately Sam’s wedding is in fact merely a figment of Sookie’s incredibly jealous imagination and so she only succeeds in ruining a planned proposal rather than an actual ceremony. Then we proceed to yet further discussion of Sookie’s precious lockers, very much the centre-point of her world. Then she does some more cooking. Then there’s some more stuff about babies. Then DIY talk. Then Bill turns up and explains in detail why gardens often have a gate. Still no plot. Eventually Bill randomly accuses one of the new characters of having been involved in the murder everyone is supposed to care about. He has no justification whatsoever for this, but I assume he is a desperate as I for something to happen, even if it is only unfounded accusations. Directly after this he suddenly plucks out of nowhere the entire convoluted reasoning behind the murder victim’s presence at the party, and explains it at length. Sadly however this sudden spate of characters reciting chunks of exposition at random is broken by a childish row between Sookie and her various men about who is cheating on whom, and the whole matter tails off into another of Sookie’s sulks. Then it’s back to the cooking and grocery shopping, plus some details of Sookie’s beauty regime and how much she admires her own legs. Plus the lockers again, naturally. Then more cooking. Then more of Sookie checking her e-mails, including details of all the junk mail she deletes. Amidst this boredom Sookie wonders whether she should use her magical fairy plot resolver to enchant Eric into not leaving her for another woman, even though this is psychotically possessive and also a pathetic waste. However there are still a lot of words to go before it can be used to resolve everything ridiculously, so she doesn’t.
Eventually the usual events start painfully to ensue. A murder occurs that Sookie is morally not quite responsible for due to the convenient arrival of a random saviour. Sookie says “Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea!� again for the 3rd time in this book, and roughly 30th time overall. Everybody painfully spells out all the plot points that have occurred, are occurring and will occur whilst we were hearing about, are currently hearing about or will be hearing about Sookie doing her hair. Sookie is obliged by her clingy and creepy ex-boyfriend to wear what Harris considers to be a sexy outfit, in this case a sort of prostitute ice-skater ensemble with trainers. They then proceed enact a lazy and stupid rescue plan in order to save a kidnap victim who isn’t too distressed by his ordeal to perve over Sookie in her tasteless outfit the moment he is freed from his bonds. Then Sookie is once again nearly raped, but another random saviour arrives at an opportune moment. She then takes a shower in front of another of her exes whilst he re-describes all the plot details we already know. Then she and other random characters use the power of thinking for a couple of seconds to save another uninteresting kidnap victim, who has suffered the travails of being imprisoned "without air conditioning� which sounds pretty serious. He’s also been without food or water, but these are only mentioned afterward as secondary concerns. Then there’s a revelation about a consistently unpleasant character being unpleasant again, Sookie goes into a sulk for a while about how inconvenient everything is and Bill tells Sookie his sexual fantasy about her, which is obviously an appropriate thing to do. Although to be fair she does ask him to, which isn’t any less inappropriate. Then it’s back to Sookie brushing her hair.
After another round of interior décor, talk of sunbathing and library trips, descriptions of outfits and re-statement of how good a Christian Sookie’s dead grandmother was we are forced to suffer the brief and pointless reappearance of tiresome sexist Quinn. Then Sookie has a surprise birthday party, which seems a pretty inconsequential thing to be happening this late in the book whilst a murder remains unsolved. Particularly since we have to hear about every individual birthday present she receives. After this she is treated to dinner by a boring old woman. Meanwhile the reader struggles to stay awake, whilst wondering if every resident of Bon Tempts is spoilt by the whole town on their birthday, or only the ones who are the protagonist of a series of ridiculous novels. The unlikeliness of the situation is compounded by Sookie arriving home to find a second, vampire-based secret birthday party waiting for her.
Once Harris has finished making it clear that absolutely everyone loves Sookie the story rushes suddenly to a nonsensical dénouement, wherein all the relevant characters turn up at Sookie’s house simultaneously, tell her all the details of their evil plots and then are summarily removed to a magical nowhere place where they won’t affect Sookie’s life any more. There’s no apparent reason why this couldn’t have happened at the beginning of the book and saved us 13 chapters of nothing, but at least the matter is over with now. Then a character is killed really stupidly in order for Sookie to have a reason for using the magical device she’s been obsessing about for months. Which she does. The end.
Worst New Character Names
Gift
Duff McClure
Kenya, India, Spain & Cairo.
McKenna
Cork
Horst Friedman
Cara Ambroselli
Thad Rexford (T-Rex)
Cherie Dodson
Vivica Bates
Harp Powell
Ra Shawn
Bertine
Laidlaw
Kandace Moffett
Jarrell Hilburn
Coco
Vainest Self-Description
Jason’s girlfriend Michele:
“I look great naked, don’t get me wrong�
“You haven’t got the right to question me,� Niall said, in his most royal voice. “I am the only living prince of Faery.�
“I don’t know why that means I can’t ask you questions. I’m an American,� I said, standing tall.
Stupidest Character Inconsistency
“I love being at work, because I get to be around people�
Worst Musical Choice
The soundtrack to “Saturday Night Fever�. Which is weirdly described as “dance music�, and sadly allows for a “Stayin� Alive� joke.
Most Random Metaphor
“The Nevada visitors weren’t acting any better than, say, small-town firemen attending a convention in New Orleans.�
Strangest response to Catching Your Boyfriend Cheating on You
“She was younger than me, and she was skinny. Somehow that made Eric’s offense worse.�
Vilest “Insight� Into the Mind of a Prostitute
“After a second I could glimpse, past my agitation, that she had a lot of sickness in her head. � Self-loathing made her thoughts all tinged with gray, as if she were rotting from her core out. The surface still looked pretty, but it wouldn’t be for long.�
Most Unnecessary Effort
Sookie:
“I tried to think of mundane things�
Most Pathetic Self-Illustration of Sookie’s Ignorance
““Eric’s maker was in negotiations with you when he died, and those negotiations involved you taking Eric as a husband,� I said.
“Since I’m a queen and he’s not a king, he’d be my consort,� she said.
I’d read a biography of Queen Victoria (and rented the movie), so I understood the term�
Sookie on Callway the antique dealer:
“Not only had he opened the secret compartment and glanced at the contents before he’d called me to come look, he’d at least scanned the letter. The letter my grandmother had written to me. Thank God he hadn’t had a chance to read it carefully.�
Least Self-Control Shown By A Character
“I knew if I went over to talk to Bill right now, something might happen that I would surely regret�
The strangest thing about his book is that even though almost nothing happens except the same plot devices Harris used in every previous volume, somehow it manages to end with everything wrapped up and no cliff-hangers whatsoever for the final book except the less-than exciting matter of which of her many men Sookie will finally end up with. Presumably she'll marry Sam and have lots of babies, that being the most mainstream and pathetic thing possible. Then again, perhaps she won’t. Either way it’s almost impossible to care.