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“I slid my key in the door and we went in. 'I'll help you into the tub if you like, Sookie,' Eric offered. 'Oh, I don't think so.' A bath was what I wanted more than anything else in the world, that and to never put on these clothes again, but I sure wasn't taking a bath with Eric anywhere around. I'll bet you are a treat, naked,' Eric said, just to boost my spirits. ”—Eric Northman and Sookie Stackhouse - “Living Dead in Dallas”
Dead Ever After … what a complete waste of my time.
If that was how Charlaine Harris wanted to end it from the start, what were the 11 books inbetween for?!
Rushed, unsatisfactory, lacking in closure and rather dull.
(I left a much less harsh, more detailed review on goodreads but the more I remember about the previous books, the more angry I feel about this last book! and it’s tumblr so I’m allowed to rant!)
“He gathered me up like an armful of clothes and held me to him. I got his lovely suit jacket wet and snotty, and his pristine white shirt was spotless no more. 'Oh, I'm so sorry!" I held back and looked at his ensemble. i swabbed it with the scarf. 'Don't cry again,' he said hastily. 'Just don't start crying again, and I won't mind taking this to the cleaners. I won't even mind getting a whole new suit.' I thought it was pretty amusing that Eric, the dread master vampire, was afraid of weeping women. I sniggered through the residual sobs. ”—Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman - “Living Dead in Dallas”
Club Dead (Alcide and Sookie)
“Weres are nothing if not loyal,” Alcide said.
I took his hand. “I know that.”
Alcide’s green eyes regarded me steadily.
“Debbie asked me to kill you,” he said.
For a moment I felt cold down to my bones. “What did you tell her back?” I asked, through stiff lips.
“I told her she could go fuck herself, excuse my language.”
“And how do you feel now?”
“Numb. Isn’t that stupid? I’m pulling her out of me by the roots though. I told you I would. I had to do it. It’s like being addicted to crack. She’s awful.”
I thought of Lorena. “Sometimes,” I said, and even to my own ears I sounded sad, “the bitch wins.”