Living Dead In Dallas by Charlaine Harris
ISBN: 0441009239
291 pages
published in 2002.
I finally got around to finishing this second book in the Sookie Stackhouse / Southern Vampire Mysteries. I haven’t been able to do much else in the way of pleasure reading recently, as I’ve been trudging through yet another semester of college. I’m done with classes though, and next week is finals week, so I should be able to do some more reading.
As far as books go — and specifically books in this series and genre — it wasn’t TERRIBLE. I mean, the writing of course was awful, but the storyline was interesting and at some times even surprising. Harris can’t construct the best mystery story or anything like that, and the character development is really shocking bad, but there is some sort of redeemability (if I can make up a word for a moment) in the fact that she really doesn’t hesitate to make Sookie be completely and utterly blunt and opinionated throughout the novel. Normally this would be sort of obnoxious, but it actually winds up to be the only thing that makes the book interesting, as the character interactions are actually quite odd. Unfortunately, these too are completely unbelievable most of the time, and it seems as though Harris hasn’t quite got her logic straight in a lot of circumstances, but it’s no big deal. This isn’t some great literary achievement and it isn’t meant to be. I read these books when I’m laying in the bathtub!
