I am truly disappointed in this entry in the Sookie Stackhouse collection. One major plot point is answered, but in an unsatisfactory way. The tone of the book was morose. Sookie is practically comatose in her behavior and attitude, not the firecracker we've come to know and love. The author seems to be showing that she is resigned to being a doormat for other "supes"; but she walks through this book with little emotion, even when big things happen.
For some reason, the same person keeps on trying to **Spoiler Alert** kill her in a half dozen ways throughout the book. This does not forward the story at all. Gang of thugs here, gang of thugs there, even one of her multiple escapes which is supposed to be exciting is very disjointed and bizarre. Charlaine Harris's usual style is to have a one or possibly two major incidents when someone is out to get Sookie with minor incidents to back up and question motives. This one is very overt and feels like the author made no attempt to integrate these incidents into what was going on. We know the attacker, we know what and why they are doing it, where is the mystery?
I was astounded that a major, major thing between Sookie and Eric is treated as an afterthought. Something that would, in the other books, have created all kinds of feelings and expression fall flat at a pancake. We've been building it up about for 10 books, but oh well, let's talk about it lamely over a coke and a True Blood and be interrupted within a few lines. They could have been discussing whose turn it was to take out the garbage. **Spolier Alert End**
I couldn't find one happy moment in this book. Not one. Sad and dreary is the order of the day.