I’ve had far too much guacamole tonight. It all started when my grandfather told me he forgot to send some fresh avocados home with the kid (he knows of my deep love of avos) and then he told me he was going to make guacamole out of them instead.
Damn if that idea didn’t percolate in my head all afternoon. I love guacamole (not as much as I love plain old avos though) and my mother’s recipe for it is the very definition of perfection. I haven’t had it in ages either. Years probably. Every time I buy avos I end up just eating them.
So after work tonight, I made my mum’s guacamole. Now I’m heading towards a guacamole coma. But it was so goooooood. There’s plenty left of course, but I just think I ate one tostito too many and now I’m waiting for my pepcid to kick in.
Lovely eh? Let’s talk about something else.
I’ve been meaning to mention a book series my friend Tonya has been loaning me. The Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter books by Laurell K. Hamilton. I think there’s about 14 or 15 so far and I’m just on the last one before whatever’s currently out there in hardback.
It took me a bit to get used to Hamilton’s style of writing. It’s first person and there’s something else about the style I can’t quite put my finger on that took some getting used to. But once I did I really enjoyed them – until the last two or three and I’ll get into that in a minute.
Basically, Blake is a necromancer who raises the dead for a living. She lives in a world where vampires are legal citizens with rights, and shapeshifters, ghouls and zombies exist and aren’t kept secret. Pretty neat and interesting really. As a side gig, Blake also works with the Preternatural Investigation Team and helps solve supernatural crimes. Blake is spunky, ass-kicky, hot, and has a Master Vampire and a werewolf king in love with her.
Most of the books deal with Blake solving crimes and dealing with the monsters. The latter books sort of deal with her issues with her growing powers, her bonds with the Master vamp and werewolf, and pretty much involve a lot of sex. I mean, the last few books are basically softcore porn with very little crime solving. I never thought I’d say this, but my god the sex scenes are actually annoying.
The wonderful werewolf who was strong and loves Blake and longs for a normal life turns into a whiny petulant loser whom I hope gets killed off soon and after 14 or 15 of these books I still don’t have a character I can connect with. By the end of the novel, Blake will have 7-10 vamps and shapeshifters she must have sex with because she inherited some Incubus power from her master vampire. So she’s constantly screwing instead of solving crime. Frankly, it gets old. Don’t get me wrong – I’m no prude or anything and I’m not bothered by the scenes themselves. Just think they’re overdone. I mean, the current book I’m on, Danse Macabre – I’m about 3/4th through it and so far Blake has met some new vampires, screwed a couple of them, then she fought with the werewolf, then she went to bed and shagged three more. And that’s about it. I think there’s supposed to be some big Vampire ‘do she’s helping to host but damned if we haven’t gotten to it yet.
So I’m disappointed at the direction these books veered off into because they were pretty promising before all the sex stuff. I’m going to finish up the book I’m on because I feel like I have to see it through after sticking with them all this way, but I think I’m done with the series. I’m looking forward to my Dresden books next 🙂
Now I’m off to bed where I hope my over-indulgence in guacamole doesn’t ummm, bother me 🙂