I know, I know, I'm sick of reading all this paranormal fiction. I really need something a little meatier right now. But it also has to be compelling. I've been in a bad way for all of 2009, literarily speaking, I think. Suggestions welcome for literary fiction (along the lines of A Map of Home or Peony in Love, for example) and Twilight readalikes!
But, NYPL came calling with my newly filled hold request on Club Dead, the third in Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse series (aka True Blood, HBO's version of it). It satisfied the compelling party of my book lust, especially this morning when my cold woke me up two hours before my alarm. Sookie's charm is her southern working class persona, the whole feminine but tough but also with impeccable manners drilled into her by her grandma thing. I liked this episode better than the last because the ending was a genuine surprise.
The plot involves Sookie being enlisted by her boyfriend's vampire homies to rescue him from the neighboring state's vamps, even though the bf mighta been stepping out on Sookie a bit. Unfortunately her telepathic abilities don't generally extend to vampires, or she might have figured that part out a little sooner.