Danse Macabre by Laurell K. Hamilton
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
Um, what happened to the plot? No, really. Where did it go? What a crappy book. It’s all sex, sex, Anita can’t deal with her feelings, sex, and more sex, oh and towards the end there’s a hint of a big bad. But then Hamilton does what she does best. Concludes everything quite suddenly in one neat little chapter. Except it doesn’t make sense.
Don’t get me wrong. The sex doesn’t bother me at all. It’s the bullshit in between. The constant nagging back and forth of the same old issues. Over and over again someone is pissed. Someone is hurt. And it never changes. It’s frickin’ annoying.