Okay, first of all I applaud Hamilton's effort to actually have a story line this time around. Tried is the operative word here. There actually IS a story in there somewhere. And it might have been a good one, had she stuck to it.
Unfortunately, she spends a LOT of pages describing her various relationships with her various lovers. We get it. She screws a lot of people and it's okay because blah blah blah. Free love. Whatever. Quit trying to justify all the sexual partners and just get on with the story. Because there actually IS one here. It's just that it occupies fewer than three chapters of the book.
Quit trying to pad with book with extraneous crap and get on with the story. I'd rather have a 200 page book with actual action in it than 400 pages of relationship descriptions with various men/women.
Sadly, for me this attempt is too little too late. Anita Blake was an interesting character at one time. Truly. She was human, flawed, grumpy, and sexy. In fewer than 3 books she quit slaying vampires and zombies and started having sex with them. All. I think the notion was that she was supposed to be Buffy Summers, all grown up. Wannabe. Hamilton tries for erotica and only ends up with...squishy. Just gross body fluids everywhere.
This is the last of the Anita Blake series for me. There is simply too much crap to put up with for too little payout. Sorry Anita. We knew ye when...
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