If someone asks me why I bothered reading another Sookie Stackhouse novel after the disastrous first brush with the series, I'd stutter and stammer and be unable to come up with a proper excuse. Apart from the one that this book's synopsis informed me of a possible swap between Bill and a more likable (and less boring) character like Eric as Sookie's lover. Yes that's the only reason why I gave this series another shot.
And I'm terribly sorry that I did. Oh Gods of Good Reading heavens above, I won't be so shallow anymore. Please forgive my naivete and I won't ever give Charlaine Harris another effing chance.