I have spent a mildly embarrassing amount of time the last few days polishing off the last two books in the Sookie Stackhouse series so I could be good and ready for the new book to come out on Tuesday. I started with the series after Christmas (and, after loving True Blood) and devoured the first six books in a matter of days.
I forced myself to take a break because I was a little afraid I'd be bummed if there was no more books out to read. Of course, as soon as I picked them up again I was once again reading as fast as I could.
I finished this one, the ninth in the series, after work yesterday:
I loved this book. They're not the most well-written books in the world but they're just so much fun.
And really, I feel like some sort of obsessed fan girl. I was so excited and pumped up after finishing it that I went for a run afterwards to burn off some of that extra energy... and it ended up being my longest run to date. All evening I would randomly get this big, dopey smile thinking about different scenes and at least once giggled out loud (thank goodness I was alone for that one).
All I keep thinking is, Oh, Eric!
I can't wait until the new book comes out on Tuesday. The people ahead of me on the library's reserve list better read fast!