A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Guilty Pleasures’ chapter twenty


Okay, we’re heading off to see Rebecca Miles today. What’s the bet that she’s as useful as a chocolate teapot?

The apartment block is very clean, smelling strongly of pine-scented bleach, but that’s always reminded me of hospital wards and cheap public service buildings. It doesn’t make me think ‘clean’, it makes me think ‘children have been recently sick’. It takes fifteen minutes for Rebecca to answer the door, which is a worrying sign.  She recognises Phillip and lets them in straight away, and THEN asks who he brought with her. Oh yeah, chocolate teapot brain here.

“This is Anita Blake…”

Her voice came out small and choked. “The Executioner?”

“Yes, but…”

She opened her small mouth and shrieked. She threw herself at me, hands clawing and slapping. I braced and covered my face with my forearms. She fought like a girl, all open-handed slaps, scratches, and flailing arms.

For a girl who runs around with vampires, you fight like crap. Boot to the groin, fist in the stomach – works on any gender. Anita, being all professional and shit, grabs her elbow and holds it in a pressure lock. Rebecca bursts into tears and begs for her to not kill ‘him’.  Well, she won’t, as long as he hasn’t murdered anyone.  A lesser person might take Rebecca’s protestations as a confession of guilt.

The place is a nasty grimy hellhole, to put it politely, proving me right on two counts. Phillip comforts Rebecca, soothing her down, and promising that Anita isn’t going to murder her boyfriend. Rebecca doesn’t want to help her inquiries, even when she lets on she was threatened by Little Miss Nikky. How could any vampire threaten The Executioner? Uh, easily. Anyway, they talk Rebecca into it. After all, her boyfriend (her old boyfriend) was the first one killed.

“We were at a freak party that night.”

I blinked, then tried to sound reasonably intelligent. “I know a freak is someone who likes vampires. Is a freak party what I think it is?”

Harris at least invented a term for vampire groupies. It was a good term. It made sense to invent a new word for that kind of thing. Taking a word already in use just feels a little lazy, especially when Hamilton has been quite good on the world-building front.

“You can have a vampire almost any way you want it. And they can have you.”

I think that the vampires might get the best out of this deal somehow. Rebecca doesn’t have much more information of use and appears to be on the brink of a nervous collapse, so Anita leaves her. Phillip knows that at least two of the murdered vampires were regulars on the party circuit.

“Do you think the rest of the… victims could be freak aficionados?”

A common thread, a real live clue. Hot dog.

OH MY GOD SOMETHING IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING

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2 thoughts on “A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Guilty Pleasures’ chapter twenty

  1. Hi, I’m enjoying your blog so far but you have a HUGE mistake in this review. The Sookie Stackhouse books came out eight years AFTER Anita Blake. Harris is ripping off Hamilton, not vice versa.

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