Review: Danse Macabre
Danse Macabre by Laurell K. Hamilton
Hamilton's Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series are the only horror books I've really read - and with the beginning of the series, I was entranced. Vampires, shapeshifters, things that go bump in the night...all of that was all good.
In the last few books, however, Hamilton has shifted from horror and gore to Anita's need (it's too complicated to sum in a blog post) to have sex with, well, every guy ever.
This particular entry had a muddy plot, ended too abruptly, and essentially focused on Anita's possible pregnancy, and then had her spending the other 450 pages having sex with vampires, shapeshifters and pomme de sang (and oh my, she needs an editor). Frankly, it got a bit repetitive, and I think the series is going to continue to draw criticism from fans until Hamilton moves Anita forward, finds a plot to really explore, and stops writing erotica masked as horror.
Which, hey, it's good erotica, it's just not how this series began, or what it was originally about.
I'm really on the fence on this one...
Scribbled by Marissa