Read another review about the Anita Blake series, because obviously, I can’t stop sharing my thoughts of things that bother me. Sorry for that! I strongly recommend a coffee while reading this.
I read this book a while ago, but I feel like I need to speak about it, because I’m not sure I can process my feelings about these books otherwise. It’s just that this series is possibly my biggest disappointment literature-wise. I liked it so badly while reading the first, well, about 6 books, but then it just… ok. I stop it. I know I sad all this already.
Well, what to say about this book…
To be honest, I can barely get myself to use the word ‘book’ here. Like…yes, it has pages, it contains printed words, it has a cover and a nice title. But that is it. There’s nothing more to it that makes it a whole, finished book.
Even in spite of this, I found this volume less unreadable than I had been expected according to what my friends told me about it. It was way better than the last one (Incubus Dreams) which is – in my humble opinion – embarassingly bad and took me two months to finish (not something I usually do). /if you want to check out my review of Incubus Dreams, click here !/ I had to have a year-long pause in reading the series before I started this one. It was probably the worst experience I’ve ever had with books, and my friends didn’t mention THAT book was bad at all… so I was understandably afraid of what Danse Macabre would be like.
The result: better than what I thought, but it doesn’t mean it was even ‘ok’. In the beginning I thought it was going to be alright, there seemed to be an interesting plot, exciting even, so I went through most of the pages with the urge to finish and see how it all turns out. It happened only about 50 pages before the ending that I started to suspect this book would not have a proper ending. The nice, promising plot turned into endless sex scenes and fit throwing. Again. Even then I hoped for a cliffhanger, so that the story would continue in the next book.
It never happened. The plot just disappeared. It was developing fine, though slowly, with a lot of unnecessary interruptions, for the most of the book and then it stopped, there was nothing but erotica and whining, and then everything the story promised in the beginning suddenly became the past that Anita comments on the last page, and us, the readers, cannot experience it, cannot live it through.
Let’s give it a grade!
- Story: 2/5
- Characters: 2/5
- Style: 2/5
- The Subjective Factor: 2/5
- GPA: 2
Nope. Not anymore.
Don’t. Just please, don’t. I cannot honestly from my heart recommend this book, or this series anymore to anyone. If you’re interested in Anita Blake, read the first couple of volumes. Those are awesome! But please, stop, before you have to be so disappointed as I am.
Anything that’s strong enough to make you stomach this hundredth moneymaker that was obviously written for the sole purpose of selling more books. Absinthe, maybe? I’m not sure the green one is strong enough…
Basically everything is okay, as long as you stop it right before the last accord. That would probably make you feel the way I felt after finishing this book.
This book left me with such frustration and yearning for completion that I, ironically, cannot compare to anything else than the feeling when you’re getting crazily worked-up while making love and then he doesn’t realize you did not finish with him in the end.
Still better than Incubus Dreams.
(And yes, I will continue reading the Anita Blake series… because, well. You know. OCD. And I think deep down I still hope for some better volumes to come…)
Have you read this series? What are your thoughts? Please, leave a comment, I’d love to hear your opinions! 😉