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Ciao, my freaky darlings.
I just recently joined this community, and thought I would introduce myself.
I came across LKH's work a little late in the game. 2004, actually, and I have to say I was hooked from the beginning. Anita was never my favorite. A passable, but not entirely likable heroine. That was perfectly okay, though! Because this glorious author had created so many interesting supporting characters. Jean-Claude was feral, sexual, and utterly fascinating. Incredibly intelligent, able to survive and plot, and even better, you never knew what he was thinking! Zebrowski proved to be such grand comic relief. Dolph was stern and disapproving, but ultimately a good man. Edward, the frightening, unfeeling killer. Richard was strong and sweet-natured, albeit a tad old-fashioned. Ronnie was smart, tough, independent, and a great friend. Even the villains were great! Entertaining, challenging, believable.
Every book had a plot. Sure, after Philip's death, no one interesting died, but that was a good thing, right? At least we could still read about our favorite characters. There was action on every page. Exciting adventure! Zombies! Death! Suspense! Aww, look at that, there's even a few pig-headed men to deal with. That's a pretty cool thing, right? Because every independent woman has to deal with a couple of them in her life.
...Funny, though, it seems these men actually exist in every book. Er, chapter. Page? Golly gee whiz, St. Louis sure is full of Teh Bad Evle Penis. And, um, wasn't there a secretary in there somewhere? I could have sworn that she--- Wait, why is Jean-Claude nancing about, declaring his feelings? You can't just have someone blurt out their feelings. That makes me feel angry! Did somebody kidnap Dead Dave? Oh, this Nathaniel guy is kind of cool. Dependant, though. That's alright, it's not like every man in the book will turn out like him ... Okay, so apparently it was discount day at the local Were-Neutering Clinic. Someone must have taken away Richard's chew toy. At least Raina's dead. ...Wait, she's not? And has some sort of mystical lubrication control over Anita's vag? This is getting a little weird. And this Micah-guy. Big penis. Not much else, though. And lookitthat. Men everywhere. That woman's tight wet tightness must know the cure for cancer, 'cause everybody wants to visit. Hrm, everyone keeps sobbing, and whining, and bitching. Daddy issues. Penis issues. Anita's issues. ...Didn't there used to be guns in this series? And why do I feel like I'm trapped in an episode of Dr. Phil where Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" plays repeatedly in the background? Man, is there a single person that hasn't been raped or sexually abused? Anyone? ...Anyone at all? Poor Ronnie ran out of Midol. Anita's pregnant. Whoops, no, she's not. But at least she's a vampire. And a necromancer. And a lycanthrope. And an Olympics-trained porn star (who do you think invented "pole vaulting?") And an amazing therapist with so many issues of her own but that's okay because she's stronger than all the poor men and can handle their many problems and make it all better because she's just that good of a person and what are you looking at it's not like you could compare so just stop bothering me and spamming my inbox with reasonable complains and logical advice and possibly contemplating suicide. And Prince Charming. And "Diety."
...Oh, wait, what? Sorry guys, I got distracted. I was, like thinking, about Anita's tight wet tightness that's so wet and tight and I guess my brain just turned into so much meat. Guess that means I should wrap this up.
Fabulous to meet you all.