The stack of books beside my bed is so unreasonably high that Im well behind on the various bookish trends, and Im a touch embarrassed to admit that my first Sookie experience occurred only a few months ago ( see my review). These threads do eventually tie together, but I cant for the life of me figure out how, or why. But Lafayette isnt the only dead guy around, and Sookie finds herself whisked off to do some perp-bustin in Dallas, where she somehow ends up at the mercy of an anti-vampire Christian fundamentalist group, and then in the midst of a swingers party, and then doing battle with a misandric maenid. (Actually, to be honest, Sookie puts herself on everyones casetheres nary a soul in Bon Temps who doesnt fall victim to her lashing tongue and terrible fashion sense, but I digress). Still, despite her rather unfortunate moniker, Sookies not one to sook, and when Lafayette, the cook at the bar where she works, winds up dead, Sookie puts herself on the case. Of course, being a night-shift waitress in one of the only bars in town is guaranteed to bring its fair share of challenges, and the whole pesky issue of being able to read minds doesnt help matters. She may live in a town with a population that could almost be counted on two hands, but the drama just doesnt let up for Sookie Stackhouse.

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