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[keepsake]

So did anyone notice:

in the dedication of Incubus Dreams, she dedicated it to her grandmother, who apparently raised her. Her grandmother's last name was Gentry. Is this news to anyone else? Because I had no idea she named Merry after her own family name.

Also, I got through skimming the first chapter and had to put the book down and read some Neil Gaiman instead to soothe the righteous anger I felt on Ronnie's behalf. Any self-respecting female, upon being treated like that by her supposed best friend, would tell her to FUCK OFF soundly and walk out. Clearly, LKH knows nothing about best friends.

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[keepsake]

Apparently I am behind the times.

Well, isn't that a woman's dream? To lie there while a beautiful man (or several dozen) service her at her slightest whim? I know LKH's is.

Seriously, if all she wanted to do was write self-insertion smut, she should've stuck to fanfiction.

[alex-lebeau.livejournal.com]

Han icon. Hehe.

Really, if you sit back and consider Anita's attitude towards sex, it's clearly ridiculously Catholic and almost a sin to do anything else but treat it as bad if one isn't married. She claims to like to move during sex, but most of the scenes are of "pin thrust thrust G-spot SCREAM WET PANT" and not much else backing up the statement. And she spent so much time defending her "no sex until marriage" ideals that you have to wonder if it isn't Laurell's own Catholicism spontaneously combusting as she goes mad in an orgy of bad sex.

Seriously. The woman needs therapy.

[keepsake]

It's definitely the Catholicism. One, Anita hardly ever has sex for fun (unless she's showing off in front of poor Ronnie) and two, LKH definitely has some troubles distinguishing herself from her character. They're both short and dark-haired, they're both really really into men... they're both Catholic.

Anita would be a prude if she weren't such a whore.

Oh yeah, she was. Anyone remember the days? Oh, how I miss them.

[klmorgan.livejournal.com]

I think... been a few years since I read that one so correct me if I'm wrong. It just seems that's the only time she ever did it for something approaching fun; after that, it had to have a purpose.

Actually, her entire relationship with Jean-Claude, though brief, seems ridiculously healthy in retrospect. They had fun, they took care of each other -- the restaurant scene in Burnt Offerings is still one of my favorites of the series. It's so deliciously tender, in Real!Anita's ass-backwards way of being grumpy at the waiter and JC's pouty puppy eyes at her not finishing the whipped cream. From their sleeping together in Killing Dance to their last meeting in Blue Moon, Anita freakin' Blake was actually in a relationship that did NOT involve A) angst over sex, B) agnst over penis size, or C) a harem.

And then it all got shot to hell.