A touch of red? Or a touch of Dead...

There was much flack to be had on my family’s blog regarding Vampires and the like, but that will not deter me from professing my love for the Sookie Stackhouse novels by Charlaine Harris. To say I LOVED these books would be putting it mildly. I crawled inside them and ate up every last morsel. I then watched the first season of True Blood from HBO. (based on said novels) It was pretty good, though not as good as the books. I am without any premium channels, but I really love many of the shows offered by Showtime and HBO. So my Netflix queue is frequently filled to the brim with various TV episodes (mostly from those 2 channels).


Back to topic. I wonder if Stephenie Meyer didn’t take a gander at the Sookie novels before trying her hand at her own series. There are certainly the similarities of the Vampires being cold and hard as stone, and their hatred of werewolves. And a female lead who is lusted after by any straight male who breathes. But the similarities end there. Charlaine paints a vivid picture that draws you into the small town southern life of a girl who is just a barmaid, and a telepath, and good at both. She has adventures, and sex, lots of it. Which to be honest makes them way, way better than the twilight books.

Sookie is a hot commodity, not only for her talent of reading minds, but for her pretty face, and rockin size 10 bod. Sadly in 9 books, she never figures out that when she wears a formal, there will be blood, lots of it, and it will ruin her ensemble. She has unfailingly good manners, which frankly are in short supply these days.

For the record, I am well aware that Bill Compton, and Eric Northman, like Edward Cullen, will never love me, but a girl can dream right?