According to Goodreads:
Anita Blake has the highest kill count of any vampire executioner in the country. She’s a U.S. Marshal who can raise zombies with the best of them. But ever since she and master vampire Jean-Claude went public with their engagement, all she is to anyone and everyone is Jean-Claude’s fiancée.
It’s wreaking havoc with her reputation as a hard ass—to some extent. Luckily, in professional circles, she’s still the go-to expert for zombie issues. And right now, the FBI is having one hell of a zombie issue.
Someone is producing zombie porn. Anita has seen her share of freaky undead fetishes, so this shouldn’t bother her. But the women being victimized aren’t just mindless, rotting corpses. Their souls are trapped behind their eyes, signaling voodoo of the blackest kind.
It’s the sort of case that can leave a mark on a person. And Anita’s own soul may not survive unscathed . . .
FRIDAY READ? OR WEEKEND SURVIVAL?
I’ll see this series till the very end. End of story. Throughout all the sex and relationship vomiting and diarrhea combos this series produces (and fosters in me), I’m invested. I don’t know what it is, but Anita Blake’s spell has yet to be broken by me. It’s like nosy lurkers on your social media profile; I have to piece together her character from a distance, and understand how it has devolved over the series (while simultaneously bleaching my brain). Well, that’s an awful perception, but a true one. Nonetheless, it’s too complicated to make sense of, only that I’m a fan; severely troubled but loyal. And possibly looking for more reasons to despise this series until I can finally get it out of my system.
Such a negative post, this is. Wonder how steep my final thoughts of the book will also be.
And that’s the catch! I gotta read it to know it.
So this is my Friday Read: Dead Ice by Laurell K. Hamilton. I’m off today and tomorrow (this may be the one time I wish my job would call me to come in). So I can stay up late with my energy drink and pulled pork sandwich (add the slaw and vinegar), and pray I don’t fall over dead from either the book or my survivalist binge eating. Yes. You read that right. Survivalist.
This time I'm hoping I don't drop the book for eights months like I did the last entry in the series, Affliction. That's right. I started Affliction in June and didn't finish it until January. Lesson, evidently, still not learned.
Pray for me, folks. I'm going in...