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Dead Ever After (Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood) Hardcover – May 7, 2013
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There are secrets in the town of Bon Temps, ones that threaten those closest to Sookie—and could destroy her heart....
Sookie Stackhouse finds it easy to turn down the request of former barmaid Arlene when she wants her job back at Merlotte’s. After all, Arlene tried to have Sookie killed. But her relationship with Eric Northman is not so clearcut. He and his vampires are keeping their distance…and a cold silence. And when Sookie learns the reason why, she is devastated.
Then a shocking murder rocks Bon Temps, and Sookie is arrested for the crime.
But the evidence against Sookie is weak, and she makes bail. Investigating the killing, she’ll learn that what passes for truth in Bon Temps is only a convenient lie. What passes for justice is more spilled blood. And what passes for love is never enough…
- Print length352 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherAce
- Publication dateMay 7, 2013
- Dimensions6.37 x 1.37 x 9 inches
- ISBN-109781937007881
- ISBN-13978-1937007881
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The New Orleans businessman, whose gray hair put him in his fifties, was accompanied by his much younger and taller bodyguard/ chauffeur on the night he met the devil in the French Quarter. The meeting was by prearrangement.
“This is really the Devil we’re going to see?” asked the bodyguard. He was tense—but then, that wasn’t too surprising.
“Not the Devil, but a devil.” The businessman was cool and collected on the outside, but maybe not so much on the inside. “Since he came up to me at the Chamber of Commerce banquet, I’ve learned a lot of things I didn’t know before.” He looked around him, trying to spot the creature he’d agreed to meet. He told his bodyguard, “He convinced me that he was what he said he was. I always thought my daughter was simply deluded. I thought she imagined she had power because she wanted to have something . . . of her own. Now I’m willing to admit she has a certain talent, though nowhere near what she thinks.”
It was cold and damp, even in New Orleans, in the January night. The businessman shifted from foot to foot to keep warm. He told the bodyguard, “Evidently, meeting at a crossroads is traditional.” The street was not as busy as it would be in the summer, but there were still drinkers and tourists and natives going about their night’s entertainment. He wasn’t afraid, he told himself. “Ah, here he comes,” the businessman said.
The devil was a well– dressed man, much like the businessman. His tie was by Hermes. His suit was Italian. His shoes were custom made. His eyes were abnormally clear, the whites gleaming, the irises a purplish brown; they looked almost red from certain angles.
“What have you got for me?” the devil asked, in a voice that indicated he was only faintly interested.
“Two souls,” said the businessman. “Tyrese has agreed to go in with me.”
The devil shifted his gaze to the bodyguard. After a moment, the bodyguard nodded. He was a big man, a light–skinned African American with bright hazel eyes.
“Your own free will?” the devil asked neutrally. “Both of you?”
“My own free will,” said the businessman.
“My own free will,” affirmed the bodyguard.
The devil said, “Then let’s get down to business.”
“Business” was a word that made the older man comfortable. He smiled. “Wonderful. I’ve got the documents right here, and they’re signed.” Tyrese opened a thin leather folder and withdrew two pieces of paper: not parchment or human skin, nothing that dramatic or exotic—computer paper that the businessman’s office secretary had bought at Office Max. Tyrese offered the papers to the devil, who gave them a quick glance.
“You have to sign them again,” the devil said. “For this signature, ink is not satisfactory.”
“I thought you were joking about that.” The businessman frowned.
“I never joke,” the devil said. “I do have a sense of humor, oh, believe me, I do. But not about contracts.”
“We actually have to . . . ?”
“Sign in blood? Yes, absolutely. It’s traditional. And you’ll do it now.” He read the businessman’s sideways glance correctly. “I promise you no one will see what you are doing,” he said. As the devil spoke, a sudden hush enveloped the three men, and a thick film fell between them and the rest of the street scene.
The businessman sighed elaborately, to show how melodramatic he thought this tradition was. “Tyrese, your knife?” he said, looking up to the chauffeur.
Tyrese’s knife appeared with shocking suddenness, probably from his coat sleeve; the blade was obviously sharp, and it gleamed in the streetlight. The businessman shucked off his coat and handed it to his companion. He unbuttoned his cuff and rolled up his sleeve. Perhaps to let the devil know how tough he was, he jabbed himself in the left arm with the knife. A sluggish trickle of blood rewarded his effort, and he looked the devil directly in the face as he accepted the quill that the devil had somehow supplied . . . even more smoothly than Tyrese had produced the knife. Dipping the quill into the trail of blood, the businessman signed his name to the top document, which the chauffeur held pressed against the leather folder.
After he’d signed, the businessman returned the knife to the chauffeur and donned his coat. The chauffeur followed the same procedure as his employer. When he’d signed his own contract, he blew on it to dry the blood as if he’d signed with a Sharpie and the ink might smear.
The devil smiled when the signatures were complete. The moment he did, he didn’t look quite so much like a prosperous man of affairs.
He looked too damn happy.
“You get a signing bonus,” he told the businessman. “Since you brought me another soul. By the way, how do you feel?”
“Just like I always did,” said the businessman. He shrugged his coat back over his shoulders. “Maybe a little angry.” He smiled suddenly, his teeth looking as sharp and gleaming as the knife had. “How are you, Tyrese? ” he asked his employee.
“A little antsy,” Tyrese admitted. “But I’ll be okay.”
“You were both bad people to begin with,” the devil said, without any judgment in his voice. “The souls of the innocent are sweeter. But I delight in having you. I suppose you’re sticking with the usual wish list? Prosperity? The defeat of your enemies?”
“Yes, I want those things,” the businessman said with passionate sincerity. “And I have a few more requests, since I get a signing bonus. Or could I take that in cash?”
“Oh,” the devil said, smiling gently, “I don’t deal in cash. I deal in favors.”
“Can I get back to you on that?” the businessman asked after some thought. “Take a rain check?”
The devil looked faintly interested. “You don’t want an Alfa Romeo, or a night with Nicole Kidman, or the biggest house in the French Quarter?”
The businessman shook his head decisively. “I’m sure something will come up that I do want, and then I’d like to have a very good chance of getting it. I was a successful man until Katrina. And after
Katrina I thought I would be rich, because I own a lumber business. Everyone needed lumber.” He took a deep breath. He kept on telling his story, despite the fact that the devil looked bored. “But getting a supply line reestablished was hard. So many people didn’t have money to spend because they were ruined, and there was the wait for the insurance money, for the rest. I made some mistakes, believing the fly–by–night builders would pay me on time. . . . It all ended up with my business too extended, everyone owing me, my credit stretched as thin as a condom on an elephant. Knowledge of this is getting around.” He looked down. “I’m losing the influence I had in this city.”
Possibly the devil had known all those things, and that was why he’d approached the businessman. Clearly he was not interested in the businessman’s litany of woes. “Prosperity it is, then,” he said briskly. “And I look forward to your special request. Tyrese, what do you want? I have your soul, too.”
“I don’t believe in souls,” Tyrese said flatly. “I don’t think my boss does, either. We don’t mind giving you what we don’t believe we have.” He grinned at the devil, man to man, which was a mistake. The devil was no man.
The devil smiled back. Tyrese’s grin vanished at the sight. “What do you want?” the devil repeated. “I won’t ask again.”
“I want Gypsy Kidd. Her real name is Katy Sherboni, if you need that. She work at Bourbon Street Babes. I want her to love me the way I love her.”
The businessman looked disappointed in his employee. “Tyrese, I wish you’d asked for something more lasting. Sex is everywhere you look in New Orleans, and girls like Gypsy are a dime a dozen.”
“You wrong,” Tyrese said. “I don’t think I have a soul, but I know love is once in a lifetime. I love Gypsy. If she loves me back, I’ll be a happy man. And if you make money, boss, I’ll make money. I’ll have enough. I’m not greedy.”
“I’m all about the greed,” said the devil, almost gently. “You may end up wishing you’d asked for some government bonds, Tyrese.”
The chauffeur shook his head. “I’m happy with my bargain. You give me Gypsy, the rest will be all right. I know it.”
The devil looked at him with what seemed very much like pity, if that emotion was possible for a devil.
“Enjoy yourselves, you hear?” he said to both of the newly soulless men. They could not tell if he was mocking them or if he was sincere. “Tyrese, you will not see me again until our final meeting.” He faced the businessman. “Sir, you and I will meet at some date in the future. Just give me a call when you’re ready for your signing bonus. Here’s my card.”
The businessman took the plain white card. The only writing on it was a phone number. It was not the same number he’d called to set up the first rendezvous. “But what if it’s years from now?” he said.
“It won’t be,” said the devil, but his voice was farther away. The businessman looked up to see that the devil was half a block away. After seven more steps he seemed to melt into the dirty sidewalk, leaving only an impression in the cold damp air.
The businessman and the chauffeur turned and walked hastily in the opposite direction. The chauffeur never saw the devil again. The businessman didn’t see the devil until June.
JUNE
Far away—thousands of miles away—a tall, thin man lay on a beach in Baja. He was not in one of the tourist spots where he might encounter lots of other gringos, who might recognize him. He was patronizing a dilapidated bar, really more of a hut. For a small cash payment, the proprietor would rent patrons a large towel and a beach umbrella and send his son out to refresh your drink from time to time. As long as you kept drinking.
Though the tall man was only sipping Coca–Cola, he was paying through the nose for it—though he didn’t seem to realize that, or perhaps he didn’t care. He sat on the towel, crouched in the umbrella’s shade, wearing a hat and sunglasses and swim trunks. Close to him was an ancient backpack, and his flip–flops were set on the sand beside it, casting off a faint smell of hot rubber. The tall man was listening to an iPod, and his smile indicated he was very pleased with what he heard. He lifted his hat to run his fingers through his hair. It was golden blond, but there was a bit of root showing that hinted his natural color was nearly gray. Judging from his body, he was in his forties. He had a small head in relation to his broad shoulders, and he did not look like a man who was used to manual labor. He didn’t look rich, either; his entire ensemble, the flip–flops and the swim trunks, the hat and the dark glasses, had come from a Wal–Mart or some even cheaper dollar store.
It didn’t pay to look affluent in Baja, not with the way things were these days. It wasn’t safe, gringos weren’t exempt from the violence, and most tourists stayed in the established resorts, flying in and out without driving through the countryside. There were a few other expats around, most unattached men with an air of desperation . . . or secrecy. Their reasons for choosing such a hazardous place to live were better not discovered. Asking questions could be unhealthy.
One of these expats, a recent arrival, came to sit close to the tall man, too close for such proximity to be an accident on a thinly populated beach. The tall man gave the unwelcome newcomer a sideways look from behind his dark glasses, which were obviously prescription. The newcomer was a man in his thirties, not tall or short, not handsome or ugly, not reedy or muscular. He was medium in all aspects, physically. This medium man had been watching the tall man for a few days, and the tall man had been sure he’d approach him sooner or later.
The medium man had carefully selected the optimum moment. The two were sitting in a place on the beach where no one else could hear them or approach them unseen, and even with satellites in the atmosphere it was probable that no one could see them without being spotted, either. The taller man was mostly hidden under the beach umbrella. He noticed that his visitor was sitting in its shadow.
“What are you listening to?” asked the medium man, pointing to the earbuds inserted in the tall man’s ears.
He had a faint accent, maybe a German one? From one of those European countries, anyway, thought the tall man, who was not well traveled. And the newcomer also had a remarkably unpleasant smile. It looked okay, with the upturned lips and the bared teeth, but somehow the effect was more as if an animal were exposing its teeth preparatory to biting you.
“You a homo? I’m not interested,” the tall man said. “In fact, you’ll be judged with hellfire.”
The medium man said, “I like women. Very much. Sometimes more than they want.” His smile became quite feral. And he asked again, “What are you listening to?”
The tall man debated, staring angrily at his companion. But it had been days since he’d talked to anyone. At last, he opted for the truth. “I’m listening to a sermon,” he said.
The medium man exhibited only mild surprise. “Really? A sermon? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a man of the cloth.” But his smile said otherwise. The tall man began to feel uneasy. He began to think of the gun in his backpack, less than an arm’s length away. At least he’d opened the buckles when he’d put it down.
“You’re wrong, but God won’t punish you for it,” the tall man said calmly, his own smile genial. “I’m listening to one of my own old sermons. I spoke God’s truth to the multitudes.”
“Did no one believe you?” The medium man cocked his head curiously.
“Many believed me. Many. I was attracting quite a following. But a girl named . . . a girl brought about my downfall. And put my wife in jail, too, in a way.”
“Would that girl’s name have been Sookie Stackhouse?” asked the medium man, removing his sunglasses to reveal remarkably pale eyes.
The taller man’s head snapped in his direction. “How’d you know? ” he said.
JUNE
The devil was eating beignets, fastidiously, when the businessman walked up to the outside table. The devil noticed the spring in Copley Carmichael’s step. He looked even more prosperous than he had when he was broke. Carmichael was in the business section of the newspaper frequently these days. An infusion of capital had reestablished him very quickly as an economic force in New Orleans, and his political clout had expanded along with the money he pumped into New Orleans’s sputtering economy, which had been dealt a crippling blow by
Katrina. Which, the devil pointed out quickly to anyone who asked, he’d had simply nothing to do with.
Today Carmichael looked healthy and vigorous, ten years younger than he actually was. He sat at the devil’s table without any greeting.
“Where’s your man, Mr. Carmichael?” asked the devil, after a sip of his coffee.
Carmichael was busy placing a drink order with the waiter, but when the young man was gone he said, “Tyrese has trouble these days, and I gave him some time off.”
“The young woman? Gypsy?”
“Of course,” said Carmichael, not quite sneering. “I knew if he asked for her, he wouldn’t be pleased with the results, but he was so sure that true love would win in the end.”
“And it hasn’t?”
“Oh, yes, she’s crazy about him. She loves him so much she has sex with him all the time. She couldn’t stop herself, even though she knew she was HIV positive . . . a fact she didn’t share with Tyrese.”
“Ah,” the devil said. “Not my work, that virus. So how is Tyrese faring?”
“He’s HIV positive, too,” Carmichael said, shrugging. “He’s getting treatment, and it’s not the instant death sentence it used to be. But he’s very emotional about it.” Carmichael shook his head. “I always thought he had better sense.”
“I understand you wish to ask for your signing bonus,” the devil said. Carmichael saw no connection between the two ideas.
“Yes,” Copley Carmichael said. He grinned at the devil and leaned forward confidentially. In a barely audible whisper he said, “I know exactly what I want. I want you to find me a cluviel dor.”
The devil looked genuinely surprised. “How did you learn of the existence of such a rare item?”
“My daughter brought it up in conversation,” Carmichael said, without a hint of shame. “It sounded interesting, but she stopped talking before she told me the name of the person who supposedly has one. So I had a man I know hack into her e–mail. I should have done that earlier. It’s been illuminating. She’s living with a fellow I don’t trust. After our last conversation, she got so angry with me that she’s refused to see me. Now I can keep tabs on her without her knowing, so I can protect her from her own bad judgment.”
He was absolutely sincere when he made this statement. The devil saw that Carmichael believed that he loved his daughter, that he knew what was best for her under any circumstance.
“So Amelia had been talking to someone about a cluviel dor,” the devil said. “That led her to bring it up with you. How interesting. No one’s had one for . . . well, in my memory. A cluviel dor would have been made by the fae . . . and you understand, they are not tiny, cute creatures with wings.”
Carmichael nodded. “I’m astounded to discover what exists out there,” he said. “I have to believe in fairies now. And I have to consider that maybe my daughter isn’t such a screwball after all. Though I think she’s deluded about her own power.”
The devil raised his perfect eyebrows. There seemed to be more than one deluded person in the Carmichael family. “About the cluviel dor . . . the fae used them all. I don’t believe there are any left on earth, and I can’t go into Faery since the upheaval. A thing or two has been expelled out of Faery . . . but nothing goes in.” He looked mildly regretful.
“There is one cluviel dor available, and from what I can tell, it’s being concealed by a friend of my daughter’s,” Copley Carmichael said. “I know you can find it.”
“Fascinating,” the devil said, quite sincerely. “And what do you want it for? After I find it?”
“I want my daughter back,” Carmichael said. His intensity was almost palpable. “I want the power to change her life. So I know what I’ll wish for, when you track it down for me. The woman who knows where it is . . . she’s not likely to give it up. It was a legacy from her grandmother, and she’s not a big fan of mine.”
The devil turned his face to the morning sun, and his eyes glowed red briefly. “Imagine that. I’ll set things in motion. The name of your daughter’s friend, the one who may know the whereabouts of the cluviel dor?”
“She’s in Bon Temps. It’s up north, not too far from Shreveport. Sookie Stackhouse.”
The devil nodded slowly. “I’ve heard the name.”
JULY
The next time the devil met with Copley Carmichael, three days after their conversation at Café du Monde, he dropped by Carmichael’s table at Commander’s Palace. Carmichael was waiting for his dinner, and busy on his cell phone with a contractor who wanted to extend his credit line. Carmichael was unwilling, and he explained why in no uncertain terms. When he looked up, the devil was standing there in the same suit he’d worn when they’d met the first time. He looked cool and impeccable.
As Carmichael put the phone down, the devil slid into the chair across from his.
Carmichael had jumped when he recognized the devil. And since he hated being surprised, he was unwise. He snarled, “What the hell do you mean coming here? I didn’t ask you to visit!”
“What the hell, indeed,” said the devil, who didn’t seem to take offense. He ordered a single malt whiskey from the waiter who’d materialized at his elbow. “I assumed you’d want to hear the news of your cluviel dor.”
Carmichael’s expression changed instantly. “You found it! You have it!”
“Sadly, Mr. Carmichael, I do not,” said the devil. (He did not sound sad.) “Something rather unexpected has thwarted our plans.” The waiter deposited the whiskey with some ceremony, and the devil took a sip and nodded.
“What?” Carmichael said, almost unable to speak for anger.
“Miss Stackhouse used the cluviel dor, and its magic has been expended.”
There was a moment of silence fraught with all the emotions the devil enjoyed.
“I’ll see her ruined,” said Copley Carmichael venomously, keeping his voice down with a supreme effort. “You’ll help me. That’s what I’ll take instead of the cluviel dor.”
“Oh my goodness. You’ve used your signing bonus, Mr. Carmichael. Mustn’t get greedy.”
“But you didn’t get me the cluviel dor!” Even though he was an experienced businessman, Carmichael was astonished and outraged.
“I found it and was ready to take it from her pocket,” said the devil.
“I entered the body of someone standing next to her. But she used it before I could extract it. Finding it was the favor you requested. You used those words twice, and ’locate it’ once. Our dealings are concluded.” He tossed back his drink.
“At least help me get back at her,” Carmichael said, his face red with rage. “She crossed us both.”
“Not me,” said the devil. “I’ve seen Miss Stackhouse up close and talked to many people who know her. She seems like an interesting woman. I have no cause to do her harm.” He stood up. “In fact, if I may advise you, walk away from this. She has some powerful friends, among them your daughter.”
“My daughter is a woman who runs around with witches,” Carmichael said. “She’s never been able to make her own living, not completely. I’ve been researching her ’friends,’ very discreetly.” He sighed, sounding both angry and exasperated. “I understand their powers exist. I believe that now. Reluctantly. But what have they done with those powers? The strongest among them lives in a shack.” Carmichael’s knuckles rapped against the table. “My daughter could be a force in society in this town. She could work for me, and do all kinds of charity stuff, but instead she lives in her own little world with her loser boyfriend. Like her friend Sookie. But I’ll even the score there. How many powerful friends could a waitress have?”
The devil glanced over to his left. Two tables away sat a very round man with dark hair, who was by himself at a table laden with food. The very round man met the devil’s eyes without blinking or looking away, which few men could do. After a long moment, the two nodded at each other.
Carmichael was glaring at the devil.
“I owe you nothing for Tyrese any longer,” said the devil. “And you are mine forever. Given your present course, I may have you sooner than I’d expected.” He smiled, a chilling expression on his smooth face, and he rose from the table and left.
Carmichael was even angrier when he had to pay for the devil’s whiskey. He never even noticed the very round man. But the very round man noticed him.
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- Publisher : Ace; First Edition (May 7, 2013)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 352 pages
- ISBN-10 : 9781937007881
- ISBN-13 : 978-1937007881
- Item Weight : 1.39 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.37 x 1.37 x 9 inches
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Charlaine Harris was born in Tunica, Mississippi, and raised in the Mississippi River Delta area in the middle of a cotton field. Though her early works consisted largely of poems about ghosts and, later, teenage angst, she wrote plays when she attended Rhodes College in Memphis, Tennessee and started writing novels a few years later.
After publishing two stand-alone mysteries, Harris launched a light-hearted mystery series 'starring' Georgia librarian Aurora Teagarden. The first of the eight books, Real Murders, was shortlisted for Best Novel in the 1990 Agatha Awards. In 1996, she released the first of the much darker Shakespeare mysteries, featuring the amateur sleuth Lily Bard, a karate student who makes her living cleaning houses.
Charlaine Harris then wrote the first of her Southern vampire mysteries starring Sookie Stackhouse, the quirky, telepathic waitress who works in a bar in the fictional Northern Louisiana town of Bon Temps. Dead Until Dark won the Anthony Award for Best Paperback Mystery. It also won Harris a whole new fan club of devoted readers and pushed her into the bestseller lists. The Sookie Stackhouse series, in which Sookie has to deal with vampires, werecreatures and other supernatural folk - not to mention her own complicated love life - was also instrumental in creating the urban fantasy genre.
Sookie Stackhouse also enchanted Alan Ball, creator of the smash TV show Six Feet Under, who took an option and wrote and directed the pilot episode for True Blood himself. It was an instant hit when it premiered in the US, and that success was repeated when it was first aired in Britain last year. The second season of TRUE BLOOD will start this spring.
Harris's newest series features Harper Connelly, a young woman who, after being struck by lightning, finds herself able to locate the bodies of the dead and to determine the cause of their death. There are four Harper titles (Grave Sight, Grave Surprise, An Ice Cold Grave and Grave Secret).
Charlaine Harris is a member of the Mystery Writers of America and the American Crime Writers League. She is a member of the board of Sisters in Crime, and alternates with Joan Hess as president of the Arkansas Mystery Writers Alliance. She is married, the mother of three, and lives in a small town in Southern Arkansas. When she is not writing her own books, she reads omnivorously!
Here are the Sookie Stackhouse True Blood novels in series order:
Dead Until Dark: Sookie Stackhouse 1
Living Dead In Dallas: Sookie Stackhouse 2
Club Dead: Sookie Stackhouse 3
Dead To The World: Sookie Stackhouse 4
Dead As A Doornail: Sookie Stackhouse 5
Definitely Dead: Sookie Stackhouse 6
All Together Dead: Sookie Stackhouse 7
From Dead To Worse: Sookie Stackhouse 8
Dead And Gone: Sookie Stackhouse 9
Dead In The Family: Sookie Stackhouse 10
A Touch Of Dead (a Sookie Stackhouse short story collection_
Here are the Harper Connelly novels in series order:
Grave Sight: Harper Connelly 1
Grave Surprise: Harper Connelly 2
An Ice Cold Grave: Harper Connelly 3
Grave Secret: Harper Connelly 4
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"...There was no depth to any of the characters, so much so that even all the major players in the series came off almost unrecognizable to me & I..." Read more
"...-Return of past characters, I appreciated getting to spend some time with Mr, Cataliades, Amelia and Bob, Barry, Tara, and many others I had come to..." Read more
"...Sookie is not Sookie. She is a bitter, heartless blonde who considers sleeping with Bill as revenge...." Read more
Customers have mixed reviews about the book. Some find it an enjoyable adventure with an interesting and exciting storyline. Others feel the plot is sloppy, exasperating, and lacks excitement.
"...You created something new and magical - and although it wasn't always perfect (frankly nothing I do is either), you gave me so many minutes of..." Read more
"...of the book, and even if I could forgive the scrunching, there was no excitement! No payoff! Their first kiss gave me only the most tiny of shivers...." Read more
"...It was fun, enjoyable, and allowed a woman whom had one hell of a rough few years to finally have hope she can just be happy." Read more
"...This book is an onerous snarl of a beast that offers no enjoyment...." Read more
Customers have different views on the writing style. Some find it well-written and readable, with an edited version. Others mention continuity errors and unfamiliar writing styles.
"...Sookie did not sound like Sookie. The way the early chapters were written was completely foreign...." Read more
"...The final book was very readable and I did like the mysteries and the story about Arlene and Sookie's arrest for murder...." Read more
"...From there I immediately liked the prologue. Yes, the alternate voices was a different approach, but there was a deal with the devil!..." Read more
"...The book's written well up until the end and then it's just hurried out the door, so to speak...." Read more
Customers have different views on the book's imagination. Some find it clever and resourceful, praising the unique way Harris writes minor details. Others mention serious inconsistencies, plot lines that don't make sense, and non-sequitur characterizations.
"...just wasn't believable. Not a bit. That's my biggest complaint about this book, that Eric and Sookie did not end up together...." Read more
"...I read these books was for the characters, and the unique way Harris wrote minor details (what Sookie wore, thought, cookied, etc) made this world..." Read more
"...and the fans walking away from the series with hurt feelings, dashed expectations, and disillusionment about the redeeming value of a 13 book..." Read more
"...This book was not told by the Sookie we have come to know and love. I can not overlook her complete personality change, it just wasn't her...." Read more
Customers have different views on the book's value for money. Some find it a reasonable choice and a good closure to the series. Others feel it's a waste of time and money, with no depth or believability. The retail price is high, but on par with small press limited editions.
"...of each of these novels & every single one before now was well worth their price...." Read more
"...No payoff! Their first kiss gave me only the most tiny of shivers. It was just so sad. It could have been built up...." Read more
"...read it, but given that this was the last book, I decided it was worth the money to go ahead and get it. ***..." Read more
"...The retail price is a bit high, but on par with small press limited editions...." Read more
Customers feel the book is rushed and underdeveloped. They mention it feels forced and confusing, with no proper buildup to the romance. The plotlines are numerous and quickly resolved.
"...The book just unravels. By the way, no detective work is going on in this town for Arlene’s killer...." Read more
"...At only 338 pages, it feels rushed and completely reaching, as though the author was desperate to create some ridiculous mystery that would somehow..." Read more
"...As a result, this relationship seems very forced and unconvincing. This will be a let down for any fans of that pairing...." Read more
"...The writing, especially in the earlier books, is fast pace with an easy storytelling style...." Read more
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- Reviewed in the United States on June 10, 2013I was terrified to read this story because of the bad reviews that I have read. I didn't understand why everyone was hating it because I tried to stay away from spoilers. I have loved this series since I started reading them seven years ago, since then they have become my favourite series by far, I hate seeing it end but I don't believe it could have ended any better, I don't want to give away any spoilers So this is going to be hard to Review, I will have Spoilers from earlier books.
Sookies Life
Sookie is the main character, she is a waitress for Merlottes Bar and Diner, She is a Telepath and part fairy, her life has been horrible. Full of violence and mistreatment, But along her adventures she has changed from an Insecure waitress, to a Strong, Loyal, Loving Kickass Heroine. She never wants to be a Vampire because she loves the sun, her family and being human/fae.
The Men in Sookies Life
Bill
Bill is a Vampire and Sookie's first love. The first few books of the Series I thought Bill was great, he was loving and trying to make himself into a good mainstreaming Vampire. Later Bill, after a few revelations, Bill messed up badly and broke Sookies heart. Bill has been trying to get back with Sookie ever since. I don't think Bill would make a great lifetime partner for Sookie, although he loves Sookie he can become very obsessed with his job, as well as selfish.
Alcide
Alcide is a hot sexy werewolf, He is Packmaster for the Shreveport Pack. Although Alcide is a wolf and alive I don't think I would like to see Sookie Settle with Alcide, he has a lot of emotional baggage, plus as Packmaster he is always going to be in danger and the Wolves are just too violent for a human to be part of long-term.
Quinn
Quinn was a good-looking distraction.
Eric
I have always through the whole series been Team Eric with his warped sense of humor, His strong position with the Vampires, Sexy, Confident and just a tad Evil. He has the whole loyal, loving bad boy thing happening and he does it so well. He is more the type of Vampire I like not afraid to drink straight from the Vein, not afraid to kill, he is a big scary Vamp that you want on your side. But as much as I love Eric, Sookie doesn't want to be a Vampire. Really how well could a human and Vampire last together, plus Eric is impatient and doesn't like being told no. Eric is such a wonderful sexy vampire fantasy, but he is not one to settle down to marriage forever with a human. I don't see him as relationship material, He is wild and should not be tied down. If Sookie wanted to turn into a Vampire I would want her to spend eternity with Eric. In the last few books I have been losing Interest in Eric because when placed into a loving relationship with Sookie, he became soft, I didn't see him as a bad boy anymore just whipped and I hated it.
Sam
If I could imagine a happy ending for Sookie as a human, This is my pick Sam is beautiful, loyal, Kickass, Sexy and Protective. He has always been on the sideline of Sookie's life ready to jump in when she needs him. He has bad luck with choosing the wrong woman, but has shown on more than one occasion that he has strong feelings for Sookie. Sam can give Sookie everything she wants in life, Security, Protection, Babies and the sunshine.
I loved the plot of Dead Ever After, I thought that loose ends were tied up nicely, I wasn't left hanging not knowing what was going to happen in Sookie's life. The only problem I had with the plot was that I found Sookie to be unemotional, she is usually a very emotional person and after the turmoil of Eric trying to break the engagement with the Queen, I felt sookie was quite out of character in the way she was reacting. Honestly I could not have been happier by the ending, I can now put the Sookieverse to rest, knowing everything is alright in their world.
On a side note I would love to see a spin-off with Hunter growing up I think that would be great.
What did you think of Sookie's happy ever after?
- Reviewed in the United States on May 8, 2013Thank you Charlaine Harris for years and books with Sookie and her family and her friends. You created something new and magical - and although it wasn't always perfect (frankly nothing I do is either), you gave me so many minutes of pleasurable reading. My best days were spent like Sookie (but with sunscreen on) lying on my chaise in my backyard entering her/your universe and being transported away from my own problems.
This book is true to the roots of the Sookie book-verse. It reads to me very similarly in style and writing and content to books, say 1-5. They had flaws sure, but I just think everyone loves to hate a winner, and the judgements put forth on this book are very different than someone would put on the exact same book if it were book three in a new series by a new author named Charlaine Harris. Go reread book three and this book. They have down-home Sookie caring about her friends and family, cooking and cleaning, worrying about money and the morality of her choices, thinking of romance and love, dealing with tough situations and most of all hoping to find her place in both her small-town universe and the supernatural one. It's all still there.
Spoiler alert:
I think most of us cannot make enormous changes in our fundamental essential character just for love. Change is hard and unlikely-even small changes. I adored the Eric Sookie romance, but it was clear that at her fundamental core, her life would be lacking happiness essentials she loved and needed (children, family, normal life) were she to end up with him. It too was impossible to think after hundreds of years that the core of Eric would change so fundamentally for him to be happy living with limited power in a small town with an aging Sookie. Maybe they could have adopted a child from China? ;) See a rational Eric/Sookie universe doesn't work. We all knew that, even though Eric is one sexy beast!
I don't have that life myself - being an urban liberal singleton. But I grew up in a town like Sookie's, and yeah, I like to picture her growing older, surrounded by chubby babies, watching them grow up and then give her grandchildren. I want to imagine her shopping at Walmart, making her tortilla casserole, fondly watching her husband eat it with vigor, admiring a sunrise with him, working in the garden with him, smiling at him over a funny line in sermon at church. Maybe Sookie turns into gran, guiding a struggly telepathic granddaughter through her tough teenage years. I think of her as having supernatural mysteries and hardships, but instead of those being the center of her life - they are woven into her full tapestry. Enjoy the sun surrounded by love, Sookie; you deserve it. You are not perfect--none of us are--and your perpetual struggle with that is why I have felt so close to you for so many years. I will miss you.
I really wish to some extent that True Blood never came to exist. I feel like it has brought in a loud whiny brutal unkind fan base who seem to have some view of Sookie that is not the Sookie of the books. I am almost glad Charlaine has ended the book series, because I can't deal with bitter irrational vitriol directed to her every attempt. So many fans who claim to be lifelong fans of the book (which I don't really believe - I don't think all these one star reviewers bought these books and loved them before True Blood came out) have their heads and hearts ready to hate and have merged Sookie/Eric/Bill from the books with the characters on TV.
I do honestly think a fan of an early book pre-True Blook-- and if this book were modified a tiny bit to temporally fit in---that person would have enjoyed this book greatly. Charlaine's writing has never been about beautiful elegant prose. It has been about slipping into the head and heart of a really smart, goodhearted but flawed, small-town supernatural waitress, solving some mysteries, and having a little bit of hot romance on the side. :)
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This romance in this is true to the Sookie of the book-universe. She has had hot moments with Sam for a very long time. Sure he was in "friend" role, but there was an underlying spicy hot occasional interactions to their friendship. Eric is a vampire, a coldhearted selfish being - whom we all knew cared about Sookie more than he had ever cared about anyone. I love Skarsgaard, but some on - there was no way to resolve a Sookie/Eric romance without her life being a unhappy mess. She's Gran's granddaughter. She's want family and kids and church and community...and that was never going to happen with Eric. Would Eric be happy with 60 year old Sookie? Would Sookie be happy as a vampire?
A possible resolution would have been a new person which would have been a bit lame and too fast, Sam, or magic turning Bill into a human. Obviously, Eric was never going to be a final solution, Alcide had been written off, and Quinn "annoying babe" man was getting pushed further away.
Top reviews from other countries
- Amazon CustomerReviewed in Canada on August 14, 2024
5.0 out of 5 stars Great book series
Loved the book and storyline
- Amazon CustomerReviewed in the United Kingdom on December 17, 2024
5.0 out of 5 stars Book review
An interesting book as well as enjoyable 😊
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fnaberryReviewed in Italy on February 7, 2021
5.0 out of 5 stars Bella conclusione
Ho letto tutta la saga di Sookie in inglese, cosa che consiglio a tutti perchè è un linguaggio molto semplice e alla portata di tutti e permette di praticare la lingua. Ad ogni modo ho amato molto questo finale, non spoilero nulla ma era un po' quello che tutti speravamo...
Dopo 13 libri la saga è rimasta avvincente in ogni capitolo e Sookie è un personaggio davvero gradevole e terra a terra.
Ho solo una domanda a cui proprio non ho saputo dar risposta: perchè Hunter è telepate? Ci è stato spiegato perchè lo sono Barry e Sookie ma non si è scoperto nulla di Hunter. O sbaglio?
Ad ogni modo acquisto consigliato
- Khushboo PatelReviewed in India on December 11, 2020
5.0 out of 5 stars My review......
I have reread the sookie Stackhouse series........ book 13 ...... I actually expected sookie to end up with Eric ........ don't like Sam in that place...... since from book 4 - 12....... it's been Eric and sookie ....... Sam was infatuated with her becoz of her fae blood...... all supes were ...... I would have liked the ending to be more better........ anyways it's been a great series........ worth rereading ..... it has suspense, thriller, paranormal romance, action, adventure, etc... but definitely better than the Tv series True blood. Charlaine Harris deserves 5 stars....... Good piece ..... !!
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Luz Ma VillelaReviewed in Mexico on August 25, 2014
5.0 out of 5 stars La última!
La última de una fantástica serie! Lástima que termin'. Me hubiera gustado saber cuantos hijos tuvieron Sookie y Sam. Y si Niall regresó algunas vez. Si alguno de los hijos recibió el regalo de Desmond Catáliades, si Bill encontró a alguien con quien compartir su larga vida. En fin.