October 20, 2002
39. Narcissus in Chains, Laurell K. Hamilton
Have you noticed, the more stressed things get about school, the fluffier my non-school reading gets? Deep down I'm almost ashamed, and then, no I'm not really. I flew through this book at my usual breakneck Hamilton reading pace, reading the 600+ page book in about two days. And really, I could've finished it yesterday, except I got distracted talking to people. Anyway, if Obsidian Butterfly was probably the bloodiest of the novels so far, then Narcissus in Chains is the closest to straight porn. Lots of sex! Lots of violence! Witty repartee! Romantic angst!
Lotsa fun, although Anita Blake is starting to become Hamilton's answer to White Wolf's Samuel Haight, the guy who was a mage who became a werewolf who got Embraced and so was a vampire too and kept all his powers through each incarnation, etc, etc, until he died and became a wraith and somebody turned him into an ashtray in the afterlife.
Posted by Lisa at October 20, 2002 12:13 PM | 2002