Just finished reading Dead Until Dark.
Charlaine Harris is an amazingly talented writer. Holy cow. It was one of those books that made me grumpy when I had to put it down to tend to my domestic responsibilities. It's unfortunate that they made the series, True Blood, basically soft porn. I stopped watching it about ten minutes into the first episode. Too bad. At least I have the books I can read while I am waiting for my book (Filter) to be noticed...It's excruciating. I'm already halfway through Dead in Dallas now. So jealous of her, she's so good! The Sookie Stackhouse novels are Twilight for grown-ups and they are exceptionally better. Meyer and Harris are on completely different levels even if they do both have a girl with a special gift torn romantically between a vampire and a shape-shifter.
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