After not being able to finish the last Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter book, Dead Ice, I swore no more Anita Blake and her psycho-babble bullshit, her guilt feelings about her sordid sex life, and hundreds of pages that had absolutely nothing to do with the plot. . This applied to the Anita Blake book before that. And the one before that. And, well, you get the idea. Yet, as we all know only too well, hope springs eternal, and since Hope is my middle name I went out, plopped down the dough, and walked away with the latest Anita Blake book titled Crimson Death. Wait a minute, Hope isn't my middle name, but it sounded like a good reason to do something stupid. Oh, and I didn't walk away with the book, I ordered the Kindle version and Amazon delivered to my iPad. Thank God I didn't really waste gas to go out pick it up. At least that was smart on my part.
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