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Definitely Dead (Sookie Stackhouse / Southern Vampire Series #6)

Definitely Dead (Sookie Stackhouse / Southern Vampire Series #6)

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by Charlaine Harris

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The new Sookie Stackhouse novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Dead as a Doornail.

"Fans Of Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake...should cotton to Sookie Stackhouse" --Publisher's Weekly

" [A] delightful Southern vampire detective series" -- Denver Post

" I love the imaginative, creative world of Charlaine Harris"


The new Sookie Stackhouse novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Dead as a Doornail.

"Fans Of Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake...should cotton to Sookie Stackhouse" --Publisher's Weekly

" [A] delightful Southern vampire detective series" -- Denver Post

" I love the imaginative, creative world of Charlaine Harris" --Christine Feehan

" Audacious...weird...a wild ride" --Alabama Anniston Star

"Much more fun than Anne Rice" --The News-Star (Monroe, LA)

"To rival anything Harry Potter" --Dallas Morning News

"Charlaine Harris playfully mixes several genres to make a new one that is her own bright creation" --Rocky Mountain News

Spiked with a "frothy fusion of romance, mystery, and fantasy" (Publisher's Weekly), this "deliciously fiendish...increasingly riotous series"(Dallas Morning News) sends the supernaturally gifted cocktail waitress to New Orleans, where she has to deal with the legacy of one of her own family and a host of potentially dangerous characters.

Editorial Reviews

The Barnes & Noble Review
This entry in Charlaine Harris's genre-blending Southern Vampire series -- an amalgam of mystery, dark fantasy, and paranormal romance -- is easily the most revealing and thematically pivotal volume to date. In the saga's sixth installment, Definitely Dead, telepathic Louisiana barmaid Sookie Stackhouse finds out jaw-dropping information about her first love, 130-something vampire Bill Compton, as well as equally astonishing insights into her own ancestry.

After her only cousin, Hadley, is murdered by one of the undead, Sookie travels to New Orleans to close out the young woman's apartment and collect her things. The unsavory job gets complicated quickly; Hadley was the "honeybun" of the bisexual vampire Queen of Louisiana, the seemingly ageless bloodsucker Sophie-Anne Leclerq. The queen has recently married another powerful sovereign in an attempt to forge a formidable alliance, and tensions in the supernatural community are running high. But when Sookie and her new love interest, a were-tiger named Quinn, are inexplicably kidnapped, the mind-reading waitress must unravel the mysterious circumstances of her cousin's murder before she ends up dead as well…

Fans of comparable genre-fusing sagas (like Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake sequence and Kim Harrison's Rachel Morgan adventures) who have not yet discovered Harris's Southern Vampire series (Dead as a Doornail, Dead to the World, et al.) will undoubtedly devour these novels starring the lovable waitress and amateur sleuth. Featuring innumerable vampires, shapeshifters, demons, and witches -- and lots of unadulterated eroticism! -- these fantasy-powered whodunits are to die for. Paul Goat Allen
Publishers Weekly
In bestseller Harris's perky sixth Southern Vampire novel to star Sookie Stackhouse (after 2005's Dead as a Doornail), the telepathic waitress of Bon Temps, La., is off to (pre-hurricane) New Orleans to close out her dead cousin Hadley's apartment. Hadley's death six weeks earlier had been unexpected, since, as a vampire, she was already dead. Still, she'd led a lively existence as the main squeeze of the Queen of Louisiana, an omnisexual vampire, whose political marriage to the King of Arkansas occurred the night before Hadley's demise. Sookie and Amelia Broadway, Hadley's landlady and a pretty cool witch, immediately discover a mess of trouble left behind in Hadley's closet, and Sookie's soon neck-deep in even more. Though most of the intrigue doesn't come till halfway through, Harris keeps the action going nonstop in this bubbly brew of supernatural spice and whimsical whodunit that's more fun than a barrel of beignets. Alan Ball, the creator of HBO's Six Feet Under, plans to shoot a TV pilot based on the series later this year. 12-city author tour. (May) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Mind-reading sleuth Sookie Stackhouse once again finds herself embroiled in supernatural mayhem as she is ordered by the vampire queen of Louisiana to remove the contents of the apartment once belonging to Sookie's cousin Hadley. This young woman died twice-once when changing from human to vampire and then, sadly, when murdered by another undead jealous of the queen's affection for her. Hadley's landlady, Amanda, is a certified witch who had put a protective spell on the apartment, which unfortunately is not quite effective-as Sookie and Amanda find out to their peril. But that's not all. Someone or something is stalking Sookie. With more twists and turns for Sookie, including complications in her unconventional love life, this sixth book in Harris's "Southern Vampire" series offers a grand blend of mystery-cum-fantasy with dollops of romance and humor. [Alan Ball, creator of Six Feet Under, is planning a new television series based on these books.-Ed.]-Patricia Altner, Information Seekers, Columbia, MD Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
From the Publisher
Praise for #1 New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse novels

“It’s the kind of book you look forward to reading before you go to bed, thinking you’re only going to read one chapter, and then you end up reading seven.”—Alan Ball, executive producer of True Blood

“Vivid, subtle, and funny in her portrayal of southern life.”—Entertainment Weekly

“Charlaine Harris has vividly imagined telepathic barmaid Sookie Stackhouse and her small-town Louisiana milieu, where humans, vampires, shapeshifters, and other sentient critters live...Her mash-up of genres is delightful, taking elements from mysteries, horror stories, and romances.”—Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

“The series continues to be inventive and funny with an engaging, smart, and sexy heroine.”—The Denver Post

“Blending action, romance, and comedy, Harris has created a fully functioning world so very close to our own, except, of course, for the vamps and other supernatural creatures.”—The Toronto Star

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Definitely Dead

By Charlaine Harris


ISBN: 0-441-01400-2

Chapter One

I was draped over the arm of one of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen, and he was staring into my eyes. "Think ... Brad Pitt," I whispered. The dark brown eyes still regarded me with remote interest.

Okay, I was on the wrong track.

I pictured Claude's last lover, a bouncer at a strip joint.

"Think about Charles Bronson," I suggested. "Or, um, Edward James Olmos." I was rewarded by the beginnings of a hot glow in those long-lashed eyes.

In a jiffy, you would've thought Claude was going to hike up my long rustling skirt and yank down my low-cut push-up bodice and ravish me until I begged for mercy. Unfortunately for me - and all the other women of Louisiana - Claude batted for another team. Bosomy and blond was not Claude's ideal; tough, rough, and brooding, with maybe a little whisker stubble, was what lit his fire.

"Maria-Star, reach in there and pull that lock of hair back," Alfred Cumberland directed from behind the camera. The photographer was a heavyset black man with graying hair and mustache. Maria-Star Cooper took a quick step in front of the camera to rearrange a stray strand of my long blond hair. I was bent backward over Claude's right arm, my invisible (to the camera, anyway) left hand desperately clutching the back of his black frock coat, my right arm raised to rest gently on his left shoulder. His left hand was at my waist. I think the pose was meant to suggest that he was lowering me to the ground to have his way with me.

Claude was wearing the black frock coat with black knee pants, white hose, and a white frothy shirt. I was wearing a long blue dress with a billowing skirt and a score of petticoats. As I've mentioned, the dress was scanty on the topside, with the little sleeves pushed down off my shoulders. I was glad the temperature in the studio was moderately warm. The big light (it looked to my eyes like a satellite dish) was not as hot as I'd expected.

Al Cumberland was snapping away as Claude smoldered down at me. I did my best to smolder right back. My personal life had been, shall we say, barren for the past few weeks, so I was all too ready to smolder. In fact, I was ready to burst into flames.

Maria-Star, who had beautiful light-toast skin and curly dark hair, was standing ready with a big makeup case and brushes and combs to perform last-minute repairs. When Claude and I had arrived at the studio, I'd been surprised to find that I recognized the photographer's young assistant. I hadn't seen Maria-Star since the Shreveport packleader had been chosen a few weeks before. I hadn't had much of a chance to observe her then, since the packmaster contest had been frightening and bloody. Today, I had the leisure to see that Maria-Star had completely recovered from being hit by a car this past January. Werewolves healed quickly.

Maria-Star had recognized me, too, and I'd been relieved when she smiled back at me. My standing with the Shreveport pack was, to say the least, uncertain. Without exactly volunteering to do so, I'd unwittingly thrown in my lot with the unsuccessful contestant for the packleader's job. That contestant's son, Alcide Herveaux, whom I'd counted as maybe more than a friend, felt I'd let him down during the contest; the new packleader, Patrick Furnan, knew I had ties to the Herveaux family. I'd been surprised when Maria-Star chatted away while she was zipping the costume and brushing my hair. She applied more makeup than I'd ever worn in my life, but when I stared into the mirror I had to thank her. I looked great, though I didn't look like Sookie Stackhouse.

If Claude hadn't been gay, he might have been impressed, too. He's the brother of my friend Claudine, and he makes his living stripping on ladies' night at Hooligans, a club he now owns. Claude is simply mouthwatering; six feet tall, with rippling black hair and large brown eyes, a perfect nose, and lips just full enough. He keeps his hair long to cover up his ears: they've been surgically altered to look rounded like human ears, not pointed as they originally were. If you're in the know supernaturally, you'll spot the ear surgery, and you'll know Claude is a fairy. I'm not using the pejorative term for his sexual orientation. I mean it literally; Claude's a fairy.

"Now the wind machine," Al instructed Maria-Star, and after a little repositioning, she switched on a large fan. Now we appeared to be standing in a gale. My hair billowed out in a blond sheet, though Claude's tied-back ponytail stayed in place. After a few shots to capture that look, Maria-Star unbound Claude's hair and directed it over one shoulder, so it would blow forward to form a backdrop for his perfect profile.

"Wonderful," Al said, and snapped some more. Maria-Star moved the machine a couple of times, causing the windstorm to strike from different directions. Eventually Al told me I could stand up. I straightened gratefully.

"I hope that wasn't too hard on your arm," I told Claude, who was looking cool and calm again.

"Nah, no problem. You have any fruit juice around?" he asked Maria-Star. Claude was not Mr. Social Skills.

The pretty Were pointed to a little refrigerator in the corner of the studio. "Cups are on the top," she told Claude. She followed him with her eyes, and sighed. Women frequently did that after they'd actually talked to Claude. The sigh was a "what a pity" sigh.

After checking to make sure her boss was still fiddling intently with his gear, Maria-Star gave me a bright smile. Even though she was a Were, which made her thoughts hard to read, I was picking up on the fact that she had something she wanted to tell me ... and she wasn't sure how I was going to take it.

Telepathy is no fun. Your opinion of yourself suffers when you know what others think of you. And telepathy makes it almost impossible to date regular guys. Just think about it. (And remember, I'll know-if you are, or if you aren't.)

"Alcide's had a hard time of it since his dad was defeated," Maria-Star said, keeping her voice low. Claude was occupied with studying himself in a mirror while he drank his juice. Al Cumberland had gotten a call on his cell phone and retreated to his office to hold his conversation.

"I'm sure he has," I said. Since Jackson Herveaux's opponent had killed him, it was only to be expected that Jackson's son was having his ups and his downs. "I sent a memorial to the ASPCA, and I know they'll notify Alcide and Janet," I said. (Janet was Alcide's younger sister, which made her a non-Were. I wondered how Alcide had explained their father's death to his sister.) In acknowledgement, I'd received a printed thank-you note, the kind the funeral home gives you, without one personal word written on it.

"Well ..." She seemed to be unable to spit it out, whatever was stuck in her throat. I was getting a glimpse of the shape of it. Pain flickered through me like a knife, and then I locked it down and pulled my pride around me. I'd learned to do that all too early in life.

I picked an album of samples of Alfred's work and began to flip through them, hardly looking at the photographs of brides and grooms, bar mitzvahs, first communions, twenty-fifth wedding anniversaries. I closed that album and laid it down. I was trying to look casual, but I don't think it worked.

With a bright smile that echoed Maria-Star's own expression, I said, "Alcide and I weren't ever truly a couple, you know." I might have had longings and hopes, but they'd never had a chance to ripen. The timing had always been wrong.

Maria-Star's eyes, a much lighter brown than Claude's, widened in awe. Or was it fear? "I heard you could do that," she said. "But it's hard to believe."

"Yeah," I said wearily. "Well, I'm glad you and Alcide are dating, and I have no right to mind, even if I did. Which I don't." That came out kind of garbled (and it wasn't entirely true), but I think Maria-Star got my intention: to save my face.

When I hadn't heard from Alcide in the weeks following his father's death, I'd known that whatever feelings he'd had for me were quenched. That had been a blow, but not a fatal one. Realistically, I hadn't expected anything more from Alcide. But gosh darn it, I liked him, and it always smarts when you find out you've been replaced with apparent ease. After all, before his dad's death Alcide had suggested we live together. Now he was shacking up with this young Were, maybe planning to have puppies with her.

I stopped that line of thought in its tracks. Shame on me! No point in being a bitch. (Which, come to think of it, Maria-Star actually was, at least three nights a month.)

Double shame on me.

"I hope you're very happy," I said.

She wordlessly handed me another album, this one stamped, Eyes Only. When I opened it, I realized that the Eyes were supernatural. Here were pictures of ceremonies humans never got to see ... a vampire couple dressed in elaborate costume, posed before a giant ankh; a young man in the middle of changing into a bear, presumably for the first time; a shot of a Were pack with all its members in wolf form. Al Cumberland, photographer of the weird. No wonder he had been Claude's first choice for his pictures, which Claude hoped would launch him on a cover-model career.

"Next shot," called Al, as he bustled out of his office, snapping his phone shut. "Maria-Star, we just got booked for a double wedding in Miss Stackhouse's neck of the woods." I wondered if he'd been engaged for regular human work or for a supernatural event, but it would be rude to ask.

Claude and I got up close and personal again. Following Al's instructions, I pulled up the skirt to display my legs. In the era my dress represented, I didn't think women tanned or shaved their legs, and I was brown and smooth as a baby's bottom. But what the hey. Guys didn't walk around with their shirts unbuttoned, either, at least in my experience.

"Raise your leg like you're going to wrap it around him," Alfred directed. "Now Claude, this is your chance to shine. Look like you're going to pull your pants off at any second. We want the readers to pant when they look at you!"

Claude's portfolio of shots would be used when he entered the Mr. Romance competition, orchestrated each year by Romantic Times magazine.

When he'd shared his ambition with Al (I gathered they'd met at a party), Al had advised Claude to have some pictures made with the sort of woman that often appeared on the cover of romance novels; he'd told the fairy that Claude's dark looks would be set off by a blue-eyed blonde. I happened to be the only bosomy blonde of Claude's acquaintance who was willing to help him for free. Of course, Claude knew some strippers who would have done it, but they expected to be paid. With his usual tact, Claude had told me this on our way to the photographer's studio. Claude could have kept these details to himself, which would left me feeling good about helping out my friend's brother - but in typical Claude fashion, he shared.

"Okay, Claude, now off with the shirt," Alfred called.

Claude was used to being asked to take off his clothes. He had a broad, hairless, chest with impressive musculature, so he looked very nice indeed without his shirt. I was unmoved. Maybe I was becoming immune.

"Skirt, leg," Alfred reminded me, and I told myself that this was a job. Al and Maria-Star were certainly professional and impersonal, and you couldn't get cooler than Claude. But I wasn't used to pulling my skirt up in front of people, and it felt pretty personal to me. Though I showed this much leg when I wore shorts and never raised a blush, somehow the pulling up of the long skirt was a little more loaded with sexuality. I clenched my teeth and hiked up the material, tucking it at intervals so it would stay in position.

"Miss Stackhouse, you have to look like you're enjoying this," Al said. He peered at me from around his camera, his forehead creased in a definitely unhappy way.

I tried not to sulk. I'd told Claude I'd do him a favor, and favors should be done willingly. I raised my leg so my thigh was parallel with the floor, and pointed my bare toes to the floor in what I hoped was a graceful position. I put both hands on Claude's naked shoulders and looked up at him. His skin felt warm and smooth to the touch - not erotic or arousing.

"You look bored, Miss Stackhouse," Alfred said. "You're supposed to look like you want to jump his bones. Maria-Star, make her look more ... more." Maria darted over to push the little puff sleeves farther down my arms. She got a little too enthusiastic, and I was glad the bodice was tight.

The fact of the matter was, Claude could look beautiful and bare all day long, and I still wouldn't want him. He was grumpy and he had bad manners. Even if he'd been hetero, he wouldn't have been my cup of tea-after I'd had ten minutes' conversation with him.

Like Claude earlier, I'd have to resort to fantasy.

I thought of Bill the vampire, my first love in every way. But instead of lust, I felt anger. Bill was dating another woman, had been for a few weeks.

Okay, what about Eric, Bill's boss, the former Viking? Eric the vampire had shared my house and my bed for a few days in January. Nope, that way lay danger. Eric knew a secret I wanted to keep hidden for the rest of my days; though, since he'd had amnesia when he'd stayed at my place, he wasn't aware it was in his memory somewhere.

A few other faces popped into my mind - my boss, Sam Merlotte, the owner of Merlotte's Bar. No, don't go there, thinking about your boss naked is bad. Okay, Alcide Herveaux? Nope, that was a no-go, especially since I was in the company of his current girlfriend ... Okay, I was clean out of fantasy material and would have to fall back on one of my old fictional favorites.

But movie stars seemed bland after the supernatural world I'd inhabited since Bill came into Merlotte's. The last remotely erotic experience I'd had, oddly enough, had involved my bleeding leg getting licked. That had been ... unsettling. But even under the circumstances, it had made things deep inside me twitch. I remembered how Quinn's bald head had moved while he cleaned my scrape in a very personal way, the firm grip his big warm fingers had had on my leg ...

"That'll do," Alfred said, and began snapping away. Claude put his hand on my bare thigh when he could feel my muscles begin to tremble from the effort of holding the position. Once again, a man had a hold of my leg. Claude gripped my thigh enough to give it some support. That helped considerably, but it wasn't a bit erotic.

"Now some bed shots," Al said, just when I'd decided I couldn't stand it any more.

"No," Claude and I said in chorus.

"But that's part of the package," Al said. "You don't need to undress, you know. I don't do that kind of picture. My wife would kill me. You just lie down on the bed like you are. Claude hikes up on one elbow and looks down at you, Miss Stackhouse."

"No," I said firmly. "Take some pictures of him standing by himself in the water. That would be better." There was a fake pond over in the corner, and shots of Claude, apparently naked, dripping water over his bare chest would be extremely appealing (to any woman who hadn't actually met him).

"How does that grab you, Claude?" Al asked.

Claude's narcissism chimed in. "I think that would be great, Al," he said, trying not to sound too excited.

I started for the changing room, eager to shed the costume and get back into my regular jeans. I glanced around for a clock. I was due at work at five-thirty, and I had to drive back to Bon Temps and grab my work uniform before I went to Merlotte's Bar.

Claude called, "Thanks, Sookie."

"Sure, Claude. Good luck with the modeling contracts." But he was already admiring himself in a mirror.

Maria-Star saw me out. "Goodbye, Sookie. It was good to see you again."

"You, too," I lied. Even through the reddish twisted passages of a Were mind, I could see that Maria-Star couldn't understand why I would pass up Alcide. After all, the Were was handsome in a rugged way, an entertaining companion, and a hot-blooded male of the heterosexual persuasion. Also, he now owned his own surveying company and was a wealthy man in his own right.

The answer popped into my head and I spoke before I thought. "Is anyone still looking for Debbie Pelt?" I asked, much the same way you poke a sore tooth. Debbie had been Alcide's longtime on-again, off-again lover. She'd been a piece of work.


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[An] increasingly riotous series. (Dallas Morning News)

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Charlaine Harris is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse and Midnight, Texas, fantasy/mystery series and the Aurora Teagarden, Harper Connelly, and Lily Bard mystery series. Her books have inspired HBO’s True Blood, NBC’s Midnight, Texas, and the Aurora Teagarden movies for Hallmark Movies & Mysteries. She has lived in the South her entire life.

Brief Biography

Southern Arkansas
Date of Birth:
November 25, 1951
Place of Birth:
Tunica, Mississippi
B.A. in English and Communication Arts, Rhodes, 1973

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Definitely Dead (Sookie Stackhouse / Southern Vampire Series #6) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1789 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I must say that I became addicted to this series after the first book however, my love is waning. The books and relationships are predictable. Every book there is a new guy that falls head over heels in love with Sookie, and it's becoming tiresome. Charlaine never gives us closure on any of her relationships or flings. This means that Sookie is loved, wanted, and lusted after by all who have had her. So...what's the count now? There's Sam, Alceade, Bill, Eric, Quinn, and the newcomer that's bound to love her too in the next book. Enough already! I started reading this series because I liked Sookie's character, but I've come to dislike Sookie and her continuing need to have her ego stroked. I now read the books for Eric alone. I hope that Charlaine goes back and reads her own series so that she may be reminded of how independent and humble Sookie was in the beginning. If the series continues on its current path I'm afraid it will lose one of its followers.
maila89 More than 1 year ago
i was sooo confused on what was going on right from the beginning. when the book started mentioning sookie's cousin hadley having died i thought i had the wrong book, and had to go back and check to see if i had missed something. and when i found out i hadnt and the book started getting more indepth about hadleys story i kept getting more confused and more frustrated!! this was the worst book so far in the series in my opinon, the other books flowed and didnt confuse the heck out of me like this one did. i was very dissapointed.
Alison12 More than 1 year ago
Come on Charline Harris!!!! Another man that falls in "love" with Sookie?? So now Sookie has feelings for...Eric,Bill,Sam,Alcide,uhh Quinn, am I missing someone? See! There are so many guys now I can't even keep track! This book was pretty confusing but I still liked it just because it's part of the series. The ONLY guy I want Sookie to get together with is Eric and Eric only. He's been by her side all along but Charline keeps bringing in new guys. I hope the next book is better and Sookie starts to settle down with a man.
MandyMona More than 1 year ago
I felt like I read my books out of order when I found out about Sookie's cousin becoming a vamp then dying. What's that all about? I felt like a major part of the story was skipped.
Veggie-Girl More than 1 year ago
Definitely Dead is the sixth installment of Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse series. Fans of the quirky Sookie Stackhouse will once again find themselves absorbed in her world of vampires, werewolves, fairies, and other magical creatures. In Definitely Dead, our heroin is subjected yet again to a series of strange and risky events which we are sure to find immensely entertaining. Avid readers of the "southern vampire" series may find themselves wanting to see more of Bill and Eric, but it's a fun read nonetheless. And fortunately for us, books seven through ten of the series (which do feature more of Bill and Eric) are waiting at our local Barnes and Noble bookstore.
jmchshannon More than 1 year ago
After five books in the series, I've come to understand Ms. Harris' writing style and know that her books really do take place in a very short period of time, with roughly several weeks separating one book from the other in the life of the characters. So imagine my surprise when I pick up this book and discover an entire storyline with which I was not familiar. I checked and double-checked the bibliography at the beginning of my book to find out if I accidentally skipped one. I even went back to my personal library to flip through the previous book, Dead as a Doornail, to see which book it says was the next in the Sookie Stackhouse series. While all my research indicates that I did not skip a book, Hadley's story and the fact that we come in on it after her death, have already been introduced to several new characters, including the Queen, continues to rattle me. You would think that something like this was worth mentioning prior to this book, and I still believe that I must have missed something or that one of my books was missing entire chapters. I mean, it's the Queen of the Louisiana vampires! She deserves a better introduction than in hindsight because Sookie's already met her. So if anyone can shed any light on this little mystery, I would greatly appreciate it. Getting that out of the way, Ms. Harris does it again! She continues to amaze, entice, confuse, and thrill me with this story. Battles and intrigue, mystery and blossoming romance - it doesn't get any better than this. Quinn may just be my new personal favorite, and I am definitely anxious to see how their story continues. Sookie has been through the emotional wringer more times than is healthy in a very short period of time and deserves to find some long-term happiness. The confidence and self-assurance, and the fact that he won't drink her blood, is definitely an attraction. Think Alcide, who I really liked, without all the attitude and issues over ex-girlfriends. I'm still reeling from the announcement about Bill and his motives for moving back to Bon Temps. I finished the book last night, and I still feel stunned and more than a little betrayed. This might just very well be the first vampire book where I am not rooting for the vampires anymore, or at least one of them. It will be interesting to see if he continues to profess his love for her and if she can ever forgive him, as I can't get over the idea that Bill and Sookie belong together. Angel and Buffy, Edward and Bella, Spike and Buffy - you can see where a girl might get such ideas. Still, Bill's betrayal is unfathomably low. This continuing storyline alone will keep me coming back for more. In spite of my concern that I skipped a book, I remain completely enamored with this series. I am still surprised by what the characters do, and I am rooting for Sookie to find less drama and more happiness with every fiber of my being. Bring on the next book!!
Suyen23 More than 1 year ago
Loved this book! A wonderful addition to the Sookie series. I loved the parts with Quinn. If when reading the book you feel that you are missing some information on Sookie's cousin and her background... you haven't read the short story, "One Word Answer" found in BITE by Charlaine Harris. This will give you all the background on Hadley.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this story! I also fell for quinn hes a great guy but for some reason my hart is still set on sookie and bill being together yes i understand he lied but jusr the person he was he still remains even thow he is no longer alive but think about it hes had a wife and children he knows what love is and what it feels like the most and this didn happen in the book but for you all who are sookie stackhouse fans in the episode on true blood after she found out the truth bill said the sweetest words he said "its not what you are i fell in love with its who you are" and i fell in love with bill myself after that moment we have all had first loves thats someone you'll never forget and she shouldnt either
jwheelzJW More than 1 year ago
I have to agree with some of the other reviewers in that this was my least favorite of the series so far. I'm actually a Bill fan (probably one of the only ones) even after reading this book. I already knew he would betray her but I believe he actually loves her. Maybe because I'm a hopeless romantic. I am getting a little tired of how everyone seems to want to have sex with Sookie. And how in pretty much every book she's kissing at least 2 boys. Even when she's dating someone. Like during the part where she's at the queen's place and all of a sudden Eric kisses her. I'm like...where did that come from? ALthough I don't think Sookie will end up with someone like Quinn, I believe he's a good change for her. She needs to get away from the vampires for a while but I feel like it wont be for long. It's not my favorite but I'll of course keep reading so I can read all of the other story lines and go even deeper into the world Harris creates!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've been tearing through this series at lightning speed and it's been a very enjoyable read but I have to say this book left me a little cold. I agree with a lot of other reviewers that it felt like we were missing some important information that we should have known about from a previous book. I'm also a little over Sookie and her semi-relationships with everyone under the sun. Bill, Sam, Eric, Calvin (she at least considers it), Alcide and now Quinn. I feel like her relationship with Quinn is filler material just to stretch the series out, it's just not that substantive. Her relationship with Eric is by far the most interesting and the addition of yet another love interest feels like stalling more than enhancing the story line. By the way, is Sookie just desperate to date someone? Anyone who will give her the time of day? It's beginning to feel like that. Harris keeps dragging out all of these superfluous characters that seem to dilute the best parts of the story line. I have really, really enjoyed this series but I hope that she gets back to some of the core characters because it's getting to where the best characters are absent and you find youself reading on just to get to something better.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have to say that the new man in Sookie's life is wonderful, he can go out in day light and they can share things like breakfast and maybe even kids. But I have to say that it hurt like hell to learn those things about Bill. I was almost hoping that Sookie and Bill had a chance. But besides that the book was great, it set it up for another great read and I can't wait to see what happens in the next one.
cloggiedownunder More than 1 year ago
Definitely Dead is the sixth book in the Sookie Stackhouse series by popular American author, Charlaine Harris. As Sookie waits for word she can claim the legacy from her now definitely dead cousin Hadley, she encounters a surfeit of happy couples, including some of her exes, and there are several weddings being planned. Her own interest is piqued by a rather handsome were-tiger, Quinn, who confirms the attraction is mutual. But together, they seem to draw the wrong sort of attention. When Sookie heads to the Big Easy to sort through her cousin’s things, she finds something quite unexpected in Hadley’s closet. In this instalment, Sookie’s telepathy is put to use to save a life; Sookie has occasion to call a paranormal doctor, aid the Queen of Louisiana, escape from pursuit through a swamp, attend a Royal Vampire Ball, and confess to murder. She is told she has special blood, learns quite a bit about weres, shifters, fairies, vampires, witches and demons, watches the paranormal equivalent of a security video playback and has her heart broken. Bill makes a confession that has Sookie unable to envisage ever not hating him. Plenty of humour, action and an exciting climax will have fans looking forward to the next instalment, All Together Dead. 4.5 stars
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This one was actually one of my favorites so far. I read it in a couple of days because I could not put it down. Can't wait to start reading the next one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good mystery had you guessing to the very end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
These books have gotten better with each installment and this one is no exception. First, I have really come to love Harris' writing style. She makes the sentences and dialogue flow and really makes her story and characters come alive in a simplified way. She makes writing a novel seem easy! Second, the plot was exciting and once again kept me turning the pages. I've really come to love Sookie as a character; she has her insecurities like everyone else and is considered a "good girl" but takes risk and doesn't worry too much about the moral dilemmas. Which I personally find refreshing. I'm tired of reading about characters who do something drastic then spend pages on their regrets. I was shocked about the revelation about Bill (which I won't spoil for other readers here) but it seems to fit perfectly with his character. I love Eric more and more with each installment. I'm not too sure how I feel about Quinn at this point. Quinn seems a little too perfect and cookie cutter, but I'm excited to see what might happen in the next book. Highly recommended.
JGrace More than 1 year ago
I really am addicted to this series - unfortunately, this was by far my least favorite book. You may find yourself lost in the beginning - wondering if maybe you skipped a book - don't panic, you haven't! It's a little disconcerting but you get through it. I am so disappointed that the author made Bill such a loathesome character - what's all that about? I just hope that there can be some reconciliation between Bill and Sookie!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love all of the books in this series. They're the kind that you just can't put down! Normally, her books flowed smoothly into the next. However, this book confused me quite a bit. Several times I had to check to see if I had missed a book. From the get-go, Sookie talks of her dead vamp cousin, and of meeting the queen. WHAT?! She talks about it in a way that makes you feel out of the loop. I had no clue what was going on for quite a while! But I kept on reading, and loved it. I can forgive Charlaine Harris for the confusion, because overall the book was delightful. I'm glad Sookie is done w/ Bill, though I'm not thrilled w/ Quinn. I'm cheering for Eric!
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RebeccaL79 10 months ago
I like the whole series even if they're not a good as in beginning.
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