Dead in the Family - Charlaine Harris (Ace Books, 2010)
Hallelujah! I am all even with the Sookie Stackhouse books. Now I get to sit like everyone else and wait for the next one, presumably sometime next spring. (And yes, I know there are collections of stories out there. I am not that obsessed.)
So this time around: Sookie is bummed and hurt, Eric has a family - including famous Russians (!), Sookie disapproves of Sam's new love interest (just get them together already, please), Bill is going to commit incest or something, fairies get lonely, were chicks are fierce, Jason continues to be far less entertaining than his television counterpart. And the presumed major enemy really has nothing to do with this novel, so he's either a red herring or the focus of the next installment.
And the novel continues to show that True Blood will by necessity have less and less to do with the novels. No people, Godrick is not Eric's maker in the books. Lafayette gets killed off way early and is never as fabulous as he is on screen. Jessica doesn't even exist. I'm guessing that after this season - maybe next season? - there will be essentially no remaining connection between the two. And that's just fine with me.
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