Enemy of Entropy
The Girl Is Better! And More Reading
That’s a relief. I was getting quite worried. She spent most of the weekend sleeping or looking like a zombie, eating only what Sam could coax into her, and using heating pads. I’m starting to think that we should accept the offer to refer her to a pain management doctor, if only to have something she can take during a flare.
So I read the latest Anita Blake novel, Blood Noir. I’m not sure why I continue to read these. Honestly, Hamilton is a decent writer. I enjoy her prose. She just needs to go back to plot school! Or maybe work with a co-writer who is strong on plot, but not relationships or descriptions?
There was no plot at all for the first few hundred pages of the book. When something involving a previous “big bad” did happen, it was nothing but an inconvenience, and over within an hour of Anita finding out about it. Whoopee. There was a crisis and danger, of course, but I found them anticlimactic after the villains Anita has vanquished in the past.
There was, of course, lots of sex. This one could have been called, “Anita gets a fuck buddy.”
Oh well. On to Sunshine by Robin McKinley. Someone recommended it to me years ago, and I happened to see McKinley’s name somewhere and remembered it. I don’t think that I’ve read any of her novels before. Short stories, maybe.
Review: Hotter Than Hell

Hotter Than Hell, the latest “Hell” anthology is edited and has an introduction by Kim Harrison. I don’t know if the sexier trend is her choice, a response to market demands, or something else again.
The anthology is thicker than most, with longer pieces – short novellas? – by each of the 13 authors. I read a copy from the library, but it’s one of the few anthologies that I’d consider worth the $7.99 cover price.
Read on…
Review: From Dead to Worse by Charlaine Harris
After reading From Dead to Worse, I feel as if Charlaine Harris is finished with the Southern Vampire Mysteries. If so, she’s doing so well, as volume seven is the most satisfying book of the series.
This is not a “happily ever after” book, but it isn’t an “oh my God what’s going to happen next,” either. I’m sure that more could be written about Sookie Stackhouse and her very interesting life, but Harris has a history of leaving series on a high note. The Aurora Teagarden and Shakespeare sequences felt a bit more “done” at the end, so maybe I’m wrong. I certainly don’t hold Ms. Harris’ confidences.
In any case, I hope that we’ll see more books by Harris before long. She’s a good author, and I enjoy her ideas.



