In this installment, Sookie is in danger because her great-grampa is a Fairy, and I mean literally not figuratively. Of course he is a Prince and another group of Fae are gunning for his kingdom. La da da, another death plot on Sookie Stackhouse, *le gasp* how could she go one book without being the focus of absolutely everything. The supernatural world revolves around this kid.

The vampires revelation was accepted so well that the shifter community decided to come out of the closet so to speak themselves. I liked this part of the story but it was shoved too much on the back burner because it didn’t involve Sookie enough I suppose. Sam had some family drama that I felt was over looked except for a casual mention here or there. A quick how are you.

On the heels of the shifters going public, a werepanther is crucified in the parking lot of Merlotte’s bar, (where apparently everything bad has to happen), and of course Sookie’s brother Jason is under suspicion again.

I am a Southern girl born, raised, and fed in the South, but not everyone is that damn slow and stupid. I feel Charlaine Harris writes as if Southerners are a species of their own and are slow to think of things. Oh and in my earlier review of book one, I wondered why there were no werepossums if they were in the south. Guess what book 9 Sookie actually wonders to herself if she has ever ran over a werepossum.

I think I will stick with the TV series on this one, they take all the crazy out of the books. The books fight with themselves in absolute chaos trying to fit in and explain all the different supernatural characters that are being introduced. Were’s, Shifters, Vampires, Faire’s, and of course they are all in love with Miss Stackhouse.

The books are apparently not for me. Let me know what you think.

Let me start off by saying, the book read easy and flowed well. There is a mystery to be solved and it was written well. I don’t want to give too much away on that, but the mystery was the only reason I could even continue reading this book. Maybe the book is supposed to be like a vampire romance novel, the kind of stuff where Fabio is on the cover only with fangs. If that is it then yes the book was inside it’s genre. I have been reading vampire novels since I was a teen, this had all the old cliche’s and the familiarity of that was great. I was very disappointed in the main character, I thought she was a bit slutty to be constantly throwing this purity thing around. Also as the series continues, Sookie, who doesn’t seem to be the brightest light in Bon Temps has way too many suitors to keep up with. While there isn’t much trashy sex and the word cock isn’t mentioned once (thank the gods) I felt the book had this childish theme.

Sookie is a waitress who can read minds, of course she can’t read vampire minds because they are dead. Over simplified concept yet again. I myself am a Southerner, I have a hard time with my vampires saying “Ya’ll come back now ya harr”, ok maybe it’s not that bad but its bordering. Sookie’s friends keep getting killed and Sookie is of course an apparent target of this, in the end boom mystery solved, you can kinda figure out about 2/3 into the book who the murderer is if you pay attention. The girlishness, the immaturity of Sookie is really my only problem with this book. Believe me it doesn’t get better as the series continues either. Sookie gets more supernatural suitors and there is too much supernatural stuff going on. Werewolves, Werepathers, shifters, vampires, witches, Weretigers, I was honestly surprised there was no Werepossum. Hey they are in the south. The vampire connections and world becomes over simplified while Harris fights trying to fit all these creatures into one 300 page novel. It’s really a bit laughable. If you like supernatural, mystery and you like it extra campy, than this is the series for you. If you are a Meyer, Rice fan, stay away this book will just piss you off.