Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Dead in the Family by Charlaine Harris
I give Charlaine Harris credit for writing a series that makes me want to read every book, no matter how ridiculous the plots and how annoying the characters have become. But the writing is honestly not good. I think Harris believes that endless descriptions of Sookie's outfits and personal hygiene counts as good writing (I reeeallly don't need to know what nightshirt she's wearing today, or the fact that she shaved her legs. Too. Much. Information!!)
And speaking of too much information, I think the books are just getting jammed with too many plots and too many characters. Not every single character has to be in every single book. Every subsequent book keeps adding plot and characters, and so much time is spent explaining backstory, that there's no time for the story to move forward. It's the tenth in the series, and we already have vampires, werewolves, telepaths, shape-shifters, and now fairies; also politics, wars between supernaturals, history, new babies, and Sookie's distant cousins that have come a-calling. Seriously, how much can Harris cram into one 311-page volume? I got through book 10 but afterward my head was spinning. Each season of the TV series, which has already digressed significantly from the books, is broken up into several weeks, so it's somehow easier to digest. Plus the writing is so much better, there's absolutely no comparison. [And Alexander Skarsgard, below. Just sayin'].