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Mood: Happy ]
[ Currently: Taking a break from cleaning ]
Those of you who have been here for awhile, know that I read Laurell K. Hamilton. A lot. And I analyze her. A lot. So you know I am going to read the latest of her novels.
This instalment sees our heroine, Meridith (Merry), back in LA and carrying twins that have six different fathers. (Don’t ask it’s complicated.) And while she is now the undisputed heir of the Winter Court, Merry wants nothing to do with the politics and has fled to LA. (Again, don’t ask it’s complicated.)
Buy her exile is not exactly peaceful as the lesser fey are being murdered by a serial killer and Merry is called in by the local PD to help with the investigation. And this is where this book takes a sharp left from the rest of the series in that it has a plot.
Of Hamilton’s series, the Merry Gentry series has been the most clearly erotic. Hamilton has admitted as much. Yet in this installment, Hamilton follows the trend of her last Anita Blake book and includes a plot that is more than than a thinly veiled excuse for her characters to have sex. And the plot is not bad – not brilliant, but not bad.
Die hard fans, do not fear! Hamilton has not become a vestial virgin with this book. There are sex scenes enough to tantalize the most jaded reader (there’s tenticle sex), but they aren’t the sole reason for this book. And given what Hamilton has produced in the past, that’s a high compliment.
Not high art, but a nice way to spend a couple of hours on a lazy summer day.