LAST CHAPTER. IS THREE PARAGRAPHS.
Might as well quote the whole fucking thing.
Edward had a dislocated shoulder and two broken bones in his arm, plus one vampire bite. I had fourteen stitches. We both healed. Philip’s body was moved to a local cemetery. Every time I work in it, I have to go by and say hello. Even though I know Philip is dead and doesn’t care. Graves are for the living, not the dead.
Oh, I was confused. I didn’t realise we bury living people in the ground.
It gives us soemthing to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground. The dead don’t care about pretty flowers and carved marble statues.
Jean-Claude sent me a dozen pure white, long stemmed roses. The card read, “If you have answered the question truthfully, come dancing with me.”
- what the hell does that mean
- geez, what a cliché.
I wrote “No” on the back of the card and slipped it under the door at Guilty Pleasures, during daylight hours. I had been attracted to Jean-Claude. Maybe I still was. So what? He thought it changed things. It didn’t. All I had to do was visit Philip’s grave to know that. Oh, hell, I didn’t even have to go that far. I knew who and what I am. I am The Executioner, and I don’t date vampires. I kill them.
What did I think of ‘Guilty Pleasures’?
I feel kind of neutral about it. Honestly. Yes, I thought it was stupid in places, but never truly awful. The plot was so little used that it felt like there wasn’t one at all and the pacing was absolutely abysmal. I do not enjoy Hamilton’s writing style, which leaves actions and motivations confused. Her characters are not especially interesting; I did like Anita at first, but she turned into a hypocritical bigot and lost all her brains. The mythology is muddled and poorly explained, and I hate the structure. I do not like small pointless chapters. They only disrupt the action.
Tomorrow, I’ll be starting the Laughing Corpse. And it better have some better editing…