The Harlequin by Laurell K. Hamilton

This novel is truly like a car wreck.

I want to look away, I want to quit reading the series because it's not even a shadow of how it began, and yet...I'm powerless to stop.

Frankly, the Anita Blake series has fallen so far from where it began, it's almost laughable. Anita began as a fairly strong, fairly complex character who has morphed into a laughable Mary Sue, who has more powers than LIKE.ANYONE.EVER.OMIGOD, and the main plot points involve how to get from the beginning of a scene to having Anita have sex with anyone and everyone, while still claiming to be a "prude".

Uh-Huh.

I had higher hopes for this one - Edward was going to have a reappearance, but he was woefully underused, as was my darling vampire, Jean-Claude. LKH continues to lambast Richard (proportedly based on her EX-husband) while singing the praises of Nathaniel and Micah (proportedly based on the CURRENT husband). I found the plot weak at best, and the conclusion truly silly.

Will I keep reading this series? I just don't know anymore...it's hard to read a book when you have nothing but disdain for the author...

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