The fourth of the Anita Blake series. Again, not as tasty as Kim Harrison’s work (Rachel Morgan) but better than some of the vampire-pulp genre. Lots of biting, even if there’s not so very much sex. Of course, biting is a proxy for sex in vampire books, and we all know that.

It still annoys me that Laurell K Hamilton seems to keep a bunch of descriptive phrases on “auto fill” in her word processor.

For example, every time someone sits with correct posture it doesn’t always need to be followed by the exact words “My stepmother, Judith, would have been proud.” At least mix it up and say “Judith still bemoaned the fact that I never sat that way. I always disappointed my stepmother.”

Descriptions of guns are word-for-word identical between the books. Stuff like that. It’s not endearing, and it’s actually starting to get in the way of my enjoyment of the series. And I’ve still got the next five books already bought and laying by my hand this vacation.

I marked it Worth Consuming but my recommendation would be to not read lots of this back-to-back if you can avoid it.