Sunday, 9 June 2013

Dead in the Family (Sookie Stackhouse #10) By Charlaine Harris Review


It's all about family ...

Sookie Stackhouse is dealing with a whole host of family problems, ranging from her own kin (a non-human fairy and a telepathic second cousin) demanding a place in her life, to her lover Eric's vampire sire, an ancient being who arrives with Eric's 'brother' in tow at a most inopportune moment. And Sookie's tracking down a distant relation of her ailing neighbour (and ex), Vampire Bill Compton.

In addition to the multitude of family issues complicating her life, the werewolf pack of Shreveport has asked Sookie for a special favour, and since Sookie is an obliging young woman, she agrees. But this favour for the wolves has dire results for Sookie, who is still recovering from the trauma of her abduction during the Fairy War.


Dead In The Family is the tenth book in the Sookie Stackhouse Series. 

Dead In The Family sees a very subdued Sookie coming to terms with the brutal torture and near death that she faced at the end of Dead and Gone, the previous book in this series. She’s struggling to recover her physical strength but the biggest changes seem to be in her personality. She’s understandably quieter, more nervous and ill at ease. Eventually she regains some of her normal perkiness but when faced with a threat to her and Eric’s happiness her first thoughts are that it would be better if person threatening them just died – and she’s not too bothered about how. After all she reasons, “It’s not that I approve of murder – but some people just beg to be killed, don’t they?”

Eric fans will be delighted by how much page time Eric has in this book. He and Sookie are quite the happy couple until his ancient vampire maker pays him a visit at which point even Eric seems to become well, repressed. 

There’s not too terribly much else to say about the book. Readers of the series might be disappointed by this dull entry . However enough happens to keep some interest up to keep going through with it.


“Can I help you up?”
"No,” she said bitterly. “I prefer to drag myself along the hardwood floor.”
"Bitch,” I said, squatting to help her up.” 

“A year ago,' I said, 'you wouldn’t have asked this of me.'
'A year ago,' he answered, 'you wouldn’t have hesitated to drink.' 
I crossed to the desk and tossed it down.” 

“I would feel the urge to attack people, to bite them; they'd all be walking McBloodburgers to me.” 

“I would've asked him to bring a shovel and come to help me dig a body up. That was what a boyfriend should do, right?"