It's the first in Harris' Sookie Stackhouse series, upon which HBO's True Blood series is based. Sookie is a cocktail waitress from Bon Temps, Louisiana. Vampires have recently come out of their coffins (get it?) and Sookie's been eagerly waiting to meet one. Her wish comes true when Bill wanders into her bar -- and the bonus is that, unlike most people she encounters, she can't hear his thoughts. Zany hijinks ensue. (Translation: I can't be bothered to recount more of the storyline.)
The best part for me was Sookie's ability to read minds -- perhaps because I didn't know that was a part of the storyline. I was able to predict a certain character's alter ego -- also my favorite character -- or at least my favorite after Harris killed off the member of Sookie's family I'd been enjoying getting to know.
I'm not sure why I was so turned off -- I know that Sookie and Bill's relationship is everything I tend to hate about most paranormal-regular Jill relationships in this genre. (Bottom line is, I don't find being in a relationship with someone you're afraid of (even part of the time) to be an awesome thing.) Beyond that issue, though, I just didn't care about the book -- I didn't hate it, but it's just not my kind of fluff.
It's somewhat rare for me to start a series and not want to finish it or at least read a few more before I decide for sure. This is going to be one of those times -- Sorry Sookie.
I had the same reaction! I read this when I was a bit obsessed with Urban Fantasy and it didn't do anything for me. Very meh. I never continued with the series either.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I wasn't the only one, Alana!
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