After a three season True Blood binge (and I wanted to hate it), I’ve been reading the Sookie Stackhouse novels. I swore I’d never read anything with vampires again. So done with that whole thing. But these are kind of fun, and, really, the tortured-soul vampire mythos is really just plain not there. The books are more about crazy-ass Southerners. Except not crazy like all the cliches. Anyway. Next up: Stieg Larsson.
Keith Irwin
Plenty of tropes, not much Zen.
