Sunday, July 19, 2009

Club Dead, by Charlaine Harris

(pb; 2003: third entry in The Sookie Stackhouse Novels)

From the back cover:

"There's only one vampire Sookie Stackhouse is involved with (at least voluntarily) and that's Bill. But recently he's been a little distant -- in another state, distant. His sinister and sexy boss, Eric, has an idea where to find him. Next thing Sookie knows, she is off to Jackson, Mississippi, to mingle with the under-underworld at Club Dead [aka Josephine's]. It's a dangerous little haunt where the elitist vampire society can go to chill out and suck down some type O. But when Sookie finally finds Bill-- caught in an act of serious betrayal -- she's not sure whether to save him. . . or sharpen some stakes."

Review:

Sookie's dealings with the supernatural take her to Jackson, Mississippi, when Eric Northman, Bill Compton's boss, tells her that Bill has been kidnapped. Once there, Sookie works with: a kind-hearted Were (shape-changing werecreature), Alcide Herveaux; a mentally-damaged "Bubba" (aka, the usually-well-hidden and undead Elvis Presley, introduced in Dead Until Dark); and Eric, who must keep his true identity a secret -- to conduct business in another vamp leader's territory without informing him/her is seen as a serious breach of vamp etiquette, with probably-fatal consequences.

Together, they must find a way to free Bill from his kidnappers, without rustling the ego-feathers of Russell Edgington, king of the Louisiana vampires, or starting a Were-vampire turf war.

Another entertaining page-turner from Harris, who writes focussed mysteries that read less like mysteries and more like sur/real life. Excellent series, this.

Followed by Dead To The World.

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