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I got out of the hospital with no permanent scars. That was a switch. Richard had touched the wounds Gabriel gave me, his face very serious.
Did Gabriel give Anita wounds? She seemed perfectly okay when she was running around in her knickers and trainers, shooting people for the hell of it.
The doctors offered to put me in one of the shapeshifter halfway houses (read prisons) for the first-time furry. It has to be voluntary, but once you sign yourself in, it’s almost impossible to sign yourself out. I told them I’d take care of it myself. They scolded me, and I told them to go to hell.
Yeah, cause that doesn’t sound like a massive infringement of civil liberties. This makes no sense – is shapeshifting illegal? That’s the only reason why people would be put in prison for being one. Otherwise it’s illegal and there would be protest groups all over that. Whoops, I forgot, everyone in the Anita Blake universe is a massive shit-weasel.
Anita doesn’t shape change anyway. She is all sad that she still loves Richard but that he doesn’t want to spend time with her (I wonder why). But she’s in love with JC so she forgets about about Richard’s existence constantly. Well, aside from when he invades her dreams using his POWERS. Right. That’s a thing now.
Monica’s baby is due in August. Her amnio came back clean. No Vlad syndrome. She seems to think I’m her friend now. I’m not, but I help out sometimes.
Anita, can you stop being a bitch for a second and think about the grief and emotional well-being of another human being? That doesn’t want to stick his wick in you?
‘she thinks I’m her friend now’. I’ve never read a line more self-obsessed and fucking entitled. You don’t deserve to have Monica in your life.
Anita’s family are upset that she is in a relationship with JC. I concur with them.
Can I still be the scourge of vampire kind when I’m sleeping with the head bloodsucker?
My final thoughts on The Killing Dance?
This book is utterly appalling on every level.
It fails as a romance and as a paranormal thriller. The detective plot is a second thought that sits in the corner quietly until it is brought out for a limp and ragged climax that goes nowhere. The romance makes the supposed bad guy out to be the only figure of sympathy and makes the main character look incredibly heartless – that’s if you ignore the fact she is raped and we are told that this is a good, loving act. It isn’t. It’s awful.
Anita continues to be a sociopath that has no thoughts or opinions of anyone save herself, and luxuriates in this, as if I’m meant to find it cool.
I’m also supposed to find it ‘cool’ that she runs around in nothing but her pants and trainers for the end of the book. I don’t. I find it pathetic.
The pacing and plot of the book fail on all accounts. This is something a thirteen year old would write and look back on and groan. I can’t believe this is a published piece of work.
So far, this is one of the worst pieces of utter garbage I have ever read. It lacks everything; good pacing, good characters, good premise, good writing. There is nothing worth praising in this book.
And with that, I shall be starting Burnt Offerings on the thirtieth. Goodo.