October 15, 2002
37. Obsidian Butterfly, Laurell K. Hamilton
Anita Blake books are crack, pure crack. This is the ninth one in the series, which I just discovered a few months ago. There's only one more out so far, and now I want to get my hands on it. Hamilton does some wonderful cross-genre stuff: horror, noir, fantasy, mystery. Anita Blake is a vampire executioner in a world that vaguely (very vaguely) resembles White Wolf's World of Darkness--as in, vampires and werewolves and faeries and the like are all real, and coexist with humans. Just minus all the White Wolf crap about having to hide from humanity. Hamilton's beasties don't bother to hide. Although she's definitely not the best writer I've ever read, she's insanely readable.
Obsidian Butterfly probably isn't my favorite in the series, mostly because my two favorite characters, Jean-Claude and Richard (Anita's vampire and werewolf lovers, respectively) don't put in much of an appearance. But there's plenty of beasty-slaying and some fun mixing of mythology and history, as always. Much more enjoyable than the Samuel Johnson I'm currently reading for Brit lit (which is why I was reading Hamilton this afternoon, and not Johnson).
Posted by Lisa at October 15, 2002 07:54 PM | 2002