( There be snark and spoilers behind the cut )
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I...I found something terrible today. This community has been discussing the way that LKH tries to ride on Gaiman's coattails of awesomeness for months, and even I've gotten a little bored with it. (It's induced eye-rolling and the comment, "That's nice, Laurel." *pat, pat* "Now go off and play with your friends.") But before today, I kind of thought the connection was all in LKH's head. After all, it seems that's the place where many things live. (Oh, owww. Mental squick. I just thought about what goes on in her head. Bad idea. Very Bad Idea.)
On Amazon, the page for Neil Gaiman's "The Graveyard Book" quotes LKH in the editorial review section.
I feel the strange urge to cry now, and I'm not even a huge Gaiman fan.
"After finishing The Graveyard Book, I had only one thought -- I hope there’s more. I want to see more of the adventures of Nobody Owens, and there is no higher praise for a book." -- Laurell K. Hamilton, author of the Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter novels
I really miss the Anita Blake stories of yore. The reason I started reading them was because the earlier stories featured a paranormal detective investigating heavy-on-the-gore crimes and solving them with her intuitive skills as well as her preternatural abilities. There was an actual plot line in them that a reader could easily follow. There was a discernible beginning, middle, and end. I enjoyed that Anita was this tough girl who wasn't afraid to use her gun on monsters and could hang with the big boys. In the later novels, Anita is still hanging with the big boys, but she's not shooting them anymore... she's having sex with them. It's almost ironic, really, because in the earlier novels, I wished that Anita would just loosen up a little and have some sex with Jean Claude AND Richard (but even then I was getting tired of the Betty and Veronica Syndrome that permeated that threesome), but now that she's having sex with every preternatural creature with a penis, I wish that there was a button I could push and turn back everything to the way it was. About eighty-five percent of this book happens in Jean Claude's bedroom where Anita and her friends--about ten to fifteen of them at a time--have metaphysical sex, have real sex, talk about how great and beautiful Anita is, have the most awkward info-dumping sessions that would shame even a beginner fan fic writer, and have more sex to feed Anita's ardeur. Anita Blake has now surpassed the Mary Sue complex; she has swallowed it whole, shat it on the ground, and used it as fertilizer for her marygolds.As they say on the interweb, read the whole thing.
After going through Incubus Dreams meticulously, I promised myself that I'd go back to the beginning of the Anita Blake : Vampire Hunter series, summarise and take notes on it. In other words, I dissected it to pieces and ranted like a crazy woman.
But after getting distracted by the Kim Harrison books, I finally kicked my butt into gear and got to finishing Guilty Pleasures.
So here it is:
Or for less licking around, just jump straight to the memorable post section.
Now for the disclaimer:
Now I get to look forward to The Laughing Corpse.
I must say, I'm actually quite looking forward to A Stroke of Midnight this April. Mom said she's going to look into obtaining a card from Hackley Library, so I'm going to ask to be put on a list to read ASoM when it's out in hardcover. Perhaps I can review it early, instead of waiting for it in paperback!