There’s only one vampire Sookie Stackhouse is involved with (at least voluntarily) and it’s Bill Compton. But recently he’s been a little distant—in another state, distant. Then his sinister and sexy boss Eric Northman tells Sookie where she might find him. Next thing she knows, she’s off to Jackson, Mississippi, to mingle with the under-underworld at Club Dead, a dangerous little haunt where the elite of 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.
About the Author
Date of Birth:November 25, 1951
Place of Birth:Tunica, Mississippi
Education:B.A. in English and Communication Arts, Rhodes, 1973
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From Club Dead
By Charlaine Harris
Club Dead copyright 2003 by Charlaine Harris
Bill was hunched over the computer when I let myself in his house. This was an all-too-familiar scenario in the past month or two. He’d torn himself away from his work when I came home, until the past couple of weeks. Now it was the keyboard that attracted him.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he said absently, his gaze riveted to the screen. An empty bottle of type O TrueBlood was on the desk beside the keyboard. At least he’d remembered to eat.
Bill, not a jeans-and-tee kind of guy, was wearing khakis and a plaid shirt in muted blue and green. His skin was glowing, and his thick dark hair smelled like Herbal Essence. He was enough to give any woman a hormonal surge. I kissed his neck, and he didn’t react. I licked his ear. Nothing.
I’d been on my feet for six hours straight at Merlotte’s Bar, and every time some customer had under-tipped, or some fool had patted my fanny, I’d reminded myself that in a short while I’d be with my boyfriend, having incredible sex and basking in his attention.
That didn’t appear to be happening.
I inhaled slowly and steadily and glared at Bill’s back. It was a wonderful back, with broad shoulders, and I had planned on seeing it bare with my nails dug into it. I had counted on that very strongly. I exhaled, slowly and steadily.
“Be with you in a minute,” Bill said. On the screen, there was a snapshot of a distinguished man with silver hair and a dark tan. He looked sort of Anthony Quinntype sexy, and he looked powerful. Under the picture was a name, and under that was some text. “Born 1756 in Sicily,” it began. Just as I opened my mouth to comment that vampires did appear in photographs despite the legend, Bill twisted around and realized I was reading.
He hit a button and the screen went blank.
I stared at him, not quite believing what had just happened.
“Sookie,” he said, attempting a smile. His fangs were retracted, so he was totally not in the mood in which I’d hoped to find him; he wasn’t thinking of me carnally. Like all vampires, his fangs are only fully extended when he’s in the mood for the sexy kind of lust, or the feeding-and-killing kind of lust. (Sometimes, those lusts all get kind of snarled up, and you get your dead fang-bangers. But that element of danger is what attracts most fang-bangers, if you ask me.) Though I’ve been accused of being one of those pathetic creatures that hang around vampires in the hope of attracting their attention, there’s only one vampire I’m involved with (at least voluntarily) and it was the one sitting right in front of me. The one who was keeping secrets from me. The one who wasn’t nearly glad enough to see me.
“Bill,” I said coldly. Something was Up, with a capital U. And it wasn’t Bill’s libido. (Libido had just been on my Word-A-Day calendar.)
“You didn’t see what you just saw,” he said steadily. His dark brown eyes regarded me without blinking.
“Uh-huh,” I said, maybe sounding just a little sarcastic. “What are you up to?”
“I have a secret assignment.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or stalk away in a snit. So I just raised my eyebrows and waited for more. Bill was the investigator for Area 5, a vampire division of Louisiana. Eric, the head of Area 5, had never given Bill an “assignment” that was secret from me before. In fact, I was usually an integral part of the investigation team, however unwilling I might be.
“Eric must not know. None of the Area 5 vampires can know.”
My heart sank. “Soif you’re not doing a job for Eric, who are you working for?” I knelt because my feet were so tired, and I leaned against Bill’s knees.
“The queen of Louisiana,” he said, almost in a whisper.
Because he looked so solemn, I tried to keep a straight face, but it was no use. I began to laugh, little giggles that I couldn’t suppress.
“You’re serious?” I asked, knowing he must be. Bill was almost always a serious kind of fellow. I buried my face on his thigh so he couldn’t see my amusement. I rolled my eyes up for a quick look at his face. He was looking pretty pissed.
“I am as serious as the grave,” Bill said, and he sounded so steely, I made a major effort to change my attitude.
“Okay, let me get this straight,” I said in a reasonably level tone. I sat back on the floor, cross-legged, and rested my hands on my knees. “You work for Eric, who is the boss of Area 5, but there is also a queen? Of Louisiana?”
“So the state is divided up into Areas? And she’s Eric’s superior, since he runs a business in Shreveport, which is in Area 5.”
Again with the nod. I put my hand over my face and shook my head. “So, where does she live, Baton Rouge?” The state capital seemed the obvious place.
“No, no. New Orleans, of course.”
Of course. Vampire central. You could hardly throw a rock in the Big Easy without hitting one of the undead, according to the papers (though only a real fool would do so). The tourist trade in New Orleans was booming, but it was not exactly the same crowd as before, the hard-drinking, rollicking crowd who’d filled the city to party hearty. The newer tourists were the ones who wanted to rub elbows with the undead; patronize a vampire bar, visit a vampire prostitute, watch a vampire sex show.
This was what I’d heard; I hadn’t been to New Orleans since I was little. My mother and father had taken my brother, Jason, and me. That would have been before I was seven, because that’s when they died.
Mama and Daddy died nearly twenty years before vampires had appeared on network television to announce the fact that they were actually present among us, an announcement that had followed on the Japanese development of synthetic blood that actually maintained a vampire’s life without the necessity of drinking from humans.
The United States vampire community had let the Japanese vampire clans come forth first. Then, simultaneously, in most of the nations of the world that had televisionand who doesn’t these days?the announcement had been made in hundreds of different languages, by hundreds of carefully picked personable vampires.
That night, two and half years ago, we regular old live people learned that we had always lived with monsters among us.
“But”the burden of this announcement had been“now we can come forward and join with you in harmony. You are in no danger from us anymore. We don’t need to drink from you to live.”
As you can imagine, this was a night of high ratings and tremendous uproar. Reaction varied sharply, depending on the nation.
The vampires in the predominantly Islamic nations had fared the worst. You don’t even want to know what happened to the undead spokesman in Syria, though perhaps the female vamp in Afghanistan died an even more horribleand finaldeath. (What were they thinking, selecting a female for that particular job? Vampires could be so smart, but they sometimes didn’t seem quite in touch with the present world.)
Some nationsFrance, Italy, and Germany were the most notablerefused to accept vampires as equal citizens. Manylike Bosnia, Argentina, and most of the African nationsdenied any status to the vampires, and declared them fair game for any bounty hunter. But America, England, Mexico, Canada, Japan, Switzerland, and the Scandinavian countries adopted a more tolerant attitude.
It was hard to determine if this reaction was what the vampires had expected or not. Since they were still struggling to maintain a foothold in the stream of the living, the vampires remained very secretive about their organization and government, and what Bill was telling me now was the most I’d ever heard on the subject.
“So, the Louisiana queen of the vampires has you working on a secret project,” I said, trying to sound neutral. “And this is why you have lived at your computer every waking hour for the past few weeks.”
“Yes,” Bill said. He picked up the bottle of TrueBlood and tipped it up, but there were only a couple of drops left. He went down the hall into the small kitchen area (when he’d remodeled his old family home, he’d pretty much left out the kitchen, since he didn’t need one) and extracted another bottle from the refrigerator. I was tracking him by sound as he opened the bottle and popped it into the microwave. The microwave went off, and he reentered, shaking the bottle with his thumb over the top so there wouldn’t be any hot spots.
“So, how much more time do you have to spend on this project?” I askedreasonably, I thought.
“As long as it takes,” he said, less reasonably. Actually, Bill sounded downright irritable.
Hmmm. Could our honeymoon be over? Of course I mean figurative honeymoon, since Bill’s a vampire and we can’t be legally married, practically anywhere in the world.
Not that he’s asked me.
“Well, if you’re so absorbed in your project, I’ll just stay away until it’s over,” I said slowly.
“That might be best,” Bill said, after a perceptible pause, and I felt like he’d socked me in the stomach. In a flash, I was on my feet and pulling my coat back over my cold-weather waitress outfitblack slacks, white boat-neck long-sleeved tee with “Merlotte’s” embroidered over the left breast. I turned my back to Bill to hide my face.
I was trying not to cry, so I didn’t look at him even after I felt Bill’s hand touch my shoulder.
“I have to tell you something,” Bill said in his cold, smooth voice. I stopped in the middle of pulling on my gloves, but I didn’t think I could stand to see him. He could tell my backside.
“If anything happens to me,” he continued (and here’s where I should have begun worrying), &'grave;you must look in the hiding place I built at your house. My computer should be in it, and some disks. Don’t tell anyone. If the computer isn’t in the hiding place, come over to my house and see if it’s here. Come in the daytime, and come armed. Get the computer and any disks you can find, and hide them in my hidey-hole, as you call it.”
I nodded. He could see that from the back. I didn’t trust my voice.
“If I’m not back, or if you don’t get word from me, in say…eight weeksyes, eight weeks, then tell Eric everything I said to you today. And place yourself under his protection.”
I didn’t speak. I was too miserable to be furious, but it wouldn’t be long before I reached meltdown. I acknowledged his words with a jerk of my head. I could feel my ponytail switch against my neck.
“I am going to…Seattle soon,” Bill said. I could feel his cool lips touch the place my ponytail had brushed.
He was lying.
“When I come back, we’ll talk.”
Somehow, that didn’t sound like an entrancing prospect. Somehow, that sounded ominous.
Again I inclined my head, not risking speech because I was actually crying now. I would rather have died than let him see the tears.
And that was how I left him, that cold December night.
The next day, on my way to work, I took an unwise detour. I was in that kind of mood where I was rolling in how awful everything was. Despite a nearly sleepless night, something inside me told me I could probably make my mood a little worse if I drove along Magnolia Creek Road: so sure enough, that’s what I did.
The old Bellefleur mansion, Belle Rive, was a beehive of activity, even on a cold and ugly day. There were vans from the pest control company, a kitchen design firm, and a siding contractor parked at the kitchen entrance to the antebellum home. Life was just humming for Caroline Holliday Bellefleur, the ancient lady who had ruled Belle Rive and (at least in part) Bon Temps for the past eighty years. I wondered how Portia, a lawyer, and Andy, a detective, were enjoying all the changes at Belle Rive. They had lived with their grandmother (as I had lived with mine) for all their adult lives. At the very least, they had to be enjoying her pleasure in the mansion’s renovation.
My own grandmother had been murdered a few months ago.
The Bellefleurs hadn’t had anything to do with it, of course. And there was no reason Portia and Andy would share the pleasure of this new affluence with me. In fact, they both avoided me like the plague. They owed me, and they couldn’t stand it. They just didn’t know how much they owed me.
The Bellefleurs had received a mysterious legacy from a relative who had &'grave;died mysteriously over in Europe somewhere,” I’d heard Andy tell a fellow cop while they were drinking at Merlotte’s. When she dropped off some raffle tickets for Gethsemane Baptist Church’s Ladies’ Quilt, Maxine Fortenberry told me Miss Caroline had combed every family record she could unearth to identify their benefactor, and she was still mystified at the family’s good fortune.
She didn’t seem to have any qualms about spending the money, though.
Even Terry Bellefleur, Portia and Andy’s cousin, had a new pickup sitting in the packed dirt yard of his double-wide. I liked Terry, a scarred Viet Nam vet who didn’t have a lot of friends, and I didn’t grudge him a new set of wheels.
But I thought about the carburetor I’d just been forced to replace in my old car. I’d paid for the work in full, though I’d considered asking Jim Downey if I could just pay half and get the rest together over the next two months. But Jim had a wife and three kids. Just this morning I’d been thinking of asking my boss, Sam Merlotte, if he could add to my hours at the bar. Especially with Bill gone to “Seattle,” I could just about live at Merlotte’s, if Sam could use me. I sure needed the money.
I tried real hard not to be bitter as I drove away from Belle Rive. I went south out of town and then turned left onto Hummingbird Road on my way to Merlotte’s. I tried to pretend that all was well; that on his return from Seattleor whereverBill would be a passionate lover again, and Bill would treasure me and make me feel valuable once more. I would again have that feeling of belonging with someone, instead of being alone.
Of course, I had my brother, Jason. Though as far as intimacy and companionship goes, I had to admit that he hardly counted.
But the pain in my middle was the unmistakable pain of rejection. I knew the feeling so well, it was like a second skin.
I sure hated to crawl back inside it.
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"Harris playfully mixes several genres to make a new one that is her own bright creation."
"You don't want to miss a single paragraph of this Southern Vampire series ... A delightful blend of humor, intrigue, mild eroticism, and human (and non-human) nature."
"Horror and humor as seen from the unique perspective of rural America." - Tanya Huff
"Charlaine Harris delivers both horror and humor as seen from the unique perspective of rural America."
An Interview with Charlaine Harris
Paul Goat Allen: In a recent B&N.com interview with Laurell K. Hamilton, she theorized that her Anita Blake novels were so popular because of the unique appeal of genre mixing -- a little mystery, a little fantasy, a little horror, a little romance. In the last few years, several similar supernatural genre-hopping novels have appeared on bestselling lists. Why do you think these types of books are so wildly popular?
Charlaine Harris: Maybe these books are so popular because of the juxtaposition of the magical with the mundane. It's the most intriguing "What if?" of all. What if the man you were dating was a vampire? What if your employer was a werewolf? What if you, a human, were somehow on the inside track of this world, which remains largely concealed from most other humans? The supernatural and the paranormal have always had a strong hold on my imagination. Though for many years I only wrote conventional mysteries, I always wanted to incorporate my interest in the "other world" into my work. My fascination with this other world, the world of the imaginary become real, all began when I was quite young, and I wanted the Loch Ness Monster to be real more than anything. (I still do.) I have to point out, though, that I wrote Dead Until Dark (the 2001 lead book in the Southern Vampire series) more than three years before it was finally published. It took my agent a very long time to place the book. If Laurell's books hadn't proved to be so popular, I don't think the genre-straddling Southern Vampire books would ever have seen the light of day.
PGA: Another trend in numerous new releases is the normalizing of the supernatural. In your Southern Vampire novels, vampires are accepted members of society with specific products like PureBlood and establishments like Josephine's (a.k.a. Club Dead) marketed at their demographic. From a writer's perspective, what are the advantages -- and disadvantages -- of this normalizing of the supernatural?
CH: From my point of view, there are no disadvantages. If I was writing a more traditional, prince-of-darkness type book, with brooding majestic vampires, having them pick up their blood at the local liquor store would be a real problem. But I'm writing humor (though I admit my books do have their dark and frightening and sexy moments). It's definitely to my advantage to plonk down my creatures of the night in rural modern America. Even a vampire has to buy his clothes somewhere, right? And someone has to come fix his leaky roof. And if he has a roof to leak, then he has to pay property taxes.... You see how one thought leads to another, when you're trying to place vampires in the framework of the workaday world. I have an absolutely great time doing this.
PGA: How much are you like Sookie Stackhouse? Did you ever live in your grandparents' house and/or have a gravel driveway with potholes? (I know that last part of the question sounds crazy, but when I finished Club Dead, the image of that long gravel driveway stuck in my head!)
CH: Sookie's long gravel driveway winds through dense woods on the way to her house, and mine is pretty much in a straight line, but we do have to warn the UPS and FedEx trucks before they attempt it. Hey, we're going to fix it! Really! I think "pothole" is a pretty mild term for what's in our driveway..."crater" would probably be more accurate. I never lived with my grandparents, who are all gone now. My parents are still very much alive, and I lived with them in a very conventional family way until I went to college. As to how in other ways I might be like Sookie -- hmmm. Well, when I was growing up, I always felt like an outsider, as Sookie does. Her isolation is like that teen "I'm the only person in the world who feels like this" angst, carried to the nth degree. Sookie has to make connections with the varied beings she encounters, because relationships with regular human beings are very difficult for her. I am not as brave as Sookie, I suppose, and I had the advantage of more education. But it seems to me that Sookie is very conventional in what she wants: a stable relationship, friendships to rely on, financial security, and a congenial job. Unfortunately, a lot of this is very difficult for her to achieve -- but she keeps trying. That's something I really like about her.
PGA: Have you started working on the fourth Southern Vampire book yet? Is there a tentative title and/or release date? Any tidbits of plot information that you'd like to tease the fans with?
CH: Yes, I'm happily at work on the fourth Southern Vampire book. The title is Dead to the World. I'm pretty sure we'll stick with that, though a change is always possible. Dead to the World will be out in April 2004; God willing and the creek don't rise. The book will pick up maybe a couple of weeks after the ending of Club Dead, with Sookie making a New Year's resolution that is somewhat unusual. Then she has to babysit Eric, who has amnesia...and of course, the situation gets very complicated very quickly, as events always pile up on each other in Sookie's world.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I really enjoyed this book even although the first one was my favourite one in the Southern Vampire series. The story will keeps you entertained for hours.
Bill goes missing and Sookie goes to Jackson to find where he could be. She goes with Alcide, a werewolf who helps her since he owes Eric a favor. Will Sookie find Bill? Could it have anything to do with a secret project he's been working on? Another great read in the series. Seems the series gets even better with each book.
I really enjoyed this book. Even though I have to still say the second one was my favorite in this series thus far I still highly recommend this book. I think the part that truly bugged me though was the fact that Sookie was not more surprised by Bills actions. I still loved this book and had some resistance in putting the book down. I totally recommend this for all who love the genre of Paranormal Romance.
Club Dead is the third book in the Sookie Stackhouse series by popular American author, Charlaine Harris. Lately, her boyfriend Bill seems to be completely engrossed in the computer project he has taken on for the (vampire) Queen of Louisiana, leaving Sookie bored and frustrated. And then, suddenly, he is heading for Seattle and leaving her instructions in case he does not return. Weeks later, no Bill and suddenly, Eric, the boss of Area 5’s vampires, assigns her a vampire bodyguard. And he has some news that has Sookie re-examining her relationship with Bill. Soon enough, Sookie is on her way to Jackson, Mississippi in the company of a rather dishy werewolf named Alcide who is her entrée into Club Dead. Hopefully her telepath skills will help her locate her absent (possibly kidnapped? hopefully not permanently dead!) boyfriend. And while Sookie enjoys being pampered in a beauty salon on two occasions, dressing up in a jaw-dropping dress and getting to dance with a gorgeous and appreciative male, this is more than offset, over the next few days, as she is also insulted by a jealous ex, mauled, drained, staked, locked in a car trunk, battered and beaten. This instalment also sees her meeting the (vampire) King of Mississippi, saving a vampire’s “life”, foiling an apparent holdup attempt, helping to dispose of a dead body and killing someone without remorse. The consideration of certain thoughtful males accentuates the distracted attitude of her official boyfriend, to Sookie’s dismay. The ending leaves Sookie’s relationship with Bill very much up in the air, although there are plenty of males willing to take his place. Very enjoyable. 4.5 stars
I liked this installment alot! Maybe hbo should have stuck to the story line... great read!
These books are like popcorn and a movie. Great entertainment. Sex, vampires, shapechangers, and other nasties. What's not to like.
Sookie Stackhouse is in a pickle again, but this time her vampire boyfriend Bill can't save her. because she's the one that has to save him. When Bill is kidnapped only Sookie can listen for clues to his whereabouts. But what she learns about where Bill was when he was kidnapped, and why he stayed away, may be too much for her to handle. Torn between a deep sense of betrayal and a deeper bond of loyalty, Sookie must decide who to help, and how far she's willing to go. This is the third book in the Southern Vampire Mysteries series and to be honest, I sometimes wonder why I waste my brain-power. Once again the writing is nothing special, bordering on amateurish. Harris has written Sookie as a frequenly annoying and grating narrator. I don't care to know what exact color, pattern, and fabric your pajamas are every single time you put on a pair. Likewise, I don't give a crap about your word-a-day calendar unless that calendar is going to cut someone's head off at the end of the book (it doesn't). So many times throughout this book I wanted to yell at Sookie. I wanted to say, "Sookie, Bill bit the bejeesus out of your neck. Just because your body feels good nestled against his is no reason to cuddle!" I wanted to tell her that Eric just wants to get into her pants, so though it's nice that he seems all warm and fuzzy toward her now, it's not okay for him to do gross things while she drinks his blood. And Alcide!? Alcide is a hot werewolf, for those who haven't read the book. And in order to listen to the clues for Bill, Sookie has to pretend to be Alcide's girlfriend, and of course things get complicated there. I don't even know what shape I could use to define Sookie's love life, but it's definitely one with many sides. Three books into the series and I really wish she'd get her act together and start thinking with her brain instead of her lady-business. I'm also really tired of Sookie always being the victim of abuse. This is not to say she doesn't defend herself, because she does, every time. But several times in the last three books she's been completely torn apart and beaten to shreds. Bloodied and bruised and broken to the point of death, I'm really tired of everyone trying to kill her. In conclusion, I may read the fourth book in the series at some time in the future, but I think it's possible this is one of the rare examples where the screen version is better than the book in my estimation. The acting on TrueBlood is more genuine to me than Sookie's narration in the novel. This is the kind of series I would download on an eReader if I had one, because though it's entertaining, it's not anything that's going to enrich my physical book collection.
Out of what I have read so far on the Southern Vampire Series, Club Dead has to be the best one. The has quickly grow into one of my favorite book series. Charlaine Harris's style of writing keep me wanting more of Sookie Stackhouse adventures in a world that anything can happen. I defiantly recommend this book to anyone whose looking for a very interesting read.
I have read all of the Southern Vampire/Sookie Stackhouse series that have come out so far (my favorite is Dead to the World). I love them all, they have original plots and twists, always something new happening and new characters to meet! My only problem is not so much with the way that Charlaine Harris writes as much as her continuity issues. For example through most of the books she refers to Jason's boss as Catfish Hennessey then in one book she calls him Catfish Hunter through the entire book. Another example is that she refers to Maxine Fortenberry as Hoyt's grandmother then changes to call her his mother. Just somethings that you would think the writer would catch and if not her someone in the proofing or editing process. I realize it's not a big issue but I think it insults the readers intelligence, memory, and attention-span to not pay better attention to those details. That being said didn't keep me from reading the books, or thoroughly enjoying them, or raving about them to interested readers!
Something new is learned about the vampire culture/civilization in each new book of the series. This time we learn that their is vampire royalty. Also that even after they have treated each other abominably, they can still come up with a rational solution to their disagreements. We also learn that shape-shifters create their own hierarchy of superior and inferior beings.
I really liked this book. This might be my favorite out of the series so far. I guess I am just a romantic because I am waiting for Bill to step up his game with Sookie and they fall madly in love. But it seems like when they get close something happens and their relationship stays the same. I guess I am waiting for this "romance" and every time a new guy is mentioned in the book I am hoping Sookie will get with him. But then as soon as Bill is in the picture again I am rooting for them. I need to remember that this series is more suspense than romance. I found a lot more humer in this book than I did the others. For example, after Sookie rescue's Bill, Sookie is mad at him for leaving her to go to another vampire, and cheating on her. Eric ends up driving Sookie home since Sookie and Bill are fighting. Eric and Sookie stop for gas where Eric is caught, but he get's away. Sookie is in the store with two gunman who have the store clerk held at gunpoint. The gunman don't know where Sookie is in the store so she goes out the back door. After not finding Eric she creeps around the side of the building and sees the gunman beating the clerk. This is a really good series.
Great book -very entertaining series!
What I would call a beach read. Not a literary masterpiece, but a fun and compelling story.
My favourite of the series so far! I found this one much quicker and the storyline was more streamlined and exciting to read. Knowing the the TV series skewed from the books around about this book made me excited to read what actually happened since I had already seen season 3 of True Blood. The introduction of Alcide is a welcome occurrence, and I find it so interesting that Sookie's batch of suitors in Bill, Eric and Alcide doesn't annoy me as much as similar story arcs in other book series do. (House of Night for example). Each relationship Sookie has with each man is very different and very believable; at least to me.Elvis as a vampire (Bubba) is a great, clever addition and I love imagining him in the vampire world :)I eagerly await for the next installment to arrive from eBay! :)
In Club Dead - book 3 in Charaline Harris' Southern Vampire Series - Sookie Stackhouse must infiltrate the supernatural community in Jackson, Mississippi, in order to rescue her boyfriend, vampire Bill Compton.Again, something must be said of the setting. The fact that the story took place in Mississippi made it slightly less interesting for lack of a better word. I just love Bon Temps, Louisiana so much - the offbeat characters and unconventional places - it's a little disappointing to have the story move to a different city. Fortunately, Club Dead has a couple of qualities that make up for the lamentable change of setting. If there's one thing Charlaine Harris is incredibly good at, it is creating memorable and original characters. Club Dead introduces new and entertaining characters - Alcide Herveaux, surveyor and Southern werewolf; Lorena, Bill's "maker;" Russell Edgington, the vampire King of Mississippi - and of course, we see more of Eric Northman and Elvis Bubba. Charlaine Harris has masterfully combined several genres in her Southern Vampire Series. There is a little something for everyone here: romance, mystery, and supernatural thrills and chills. Now that I've read past what I've seen in HBO's TrueBlood, I can't wait to see where the series goes next.
Imagine this: your biggest problem for the day is not whether to clean the bathrooms or how to get your errands done but this: what do I wear to go to a nightclub for supernaturals frequented by vampires so I can find out (by reading minds while I¿m there) who kidnapped my vampire boyfriend?I know that sounds ridiculous, but books about the waitress/barmaid Sookie Stackhouse are delightfully addictive: Sookie is endearing (just ask the two vampires and two shape-changers who are vying for her affections!), the author has a fantastic feel for humor in absurdity, and the romantic moments have just the right mix of tenderness, lust, and realism.This is book 3 of the mystery-vampire-romance series featuring sassy Sookie, now 26, who works by day and hangs out with vampires by night. In Club Dead, Sookie¿s boyfriend Bill has gotten so involved in playing on the computer he seems to have lost interest in her, and then he disappears. His vampire boss Eric arranges for the werewolf Alcide Herveaux to help Sookie find Bill. Alcide turns out to be a ¿big rough man¿ who eats real food (as opposed to drinking blood)! Sookie is somewhat smitten. (Okay, when there's a full moon he eats raw animals on the hoof, but that's just a once-a-month thing.)Alcide has a vicious ex-girlfriend Debbie who resents Sookie and who still has an emotional hold on Alcide. She throws a lot of obstacles in Sookie¿s path. And ¿sinister and sexy¿ Eric is getting more attached to Sookie, although, as he tells her, ¿I don¿t like having feelings.¿ Will Sookie rescue Bill? Will Acide dump Debbie for Sookie? Who will Sookie choose? All these flying hormones will keep you glued to your reading chair!Evaluation: These books are like the candy you can¿t stop eating. When I¿m not stopping to laugh out loud, I¿m whipping through the pages and having a rip-roaring good time.
Didn't like it as much as the second installment. It started out extremely slow and low-spiritedly, what with Bill's distance and Sookie's concern over the state of their relationship. Things pick up as they enter Jackson and get tangled up with some royal vampire/werewolf affairs that all ends very dramatically and wonderfully. The ending redeemed the lower points of the book because Sookie really stands up for herself, the way she deserves and the way we always have known she's capable of. Looking forward to seeing what happens next.
Sookie and Bill's relationship is getting a little rocky when he leaves on a business trip to Seattle. When he doesn't return it is up to Sookie to find him. She discovers that he was captured by the vampires of Mississippi and heads to Jackson to save him. Alcide, a werewolf, is indebted to the vampires and must help Sookie with her search. It's a great vampire book and a great mystery. Sookie really makes the book, I love her. The story is suspenseful, a definite page-turner. The new setting of Jackson brings a new element to Sookie and Bill's story.
In this installment of the Southern Vampire Mysteries, Bill is missing, and despite being told of a possible betrayal, Sookie goes looking for him. As per usual, it is not an easy mission. Luckily she is aided both by Eric and newcomer/werewolf Alcide. Another fun book from Charlaine Harris! Leaving Bill out for most of the book and throwing a wrench into their relationship turns out to be a great idea (sure, it's nice to see people crazy in love and having great sex, but how interesting is it over time?). I don't know that I'm crazy about Alcide, but it sure is wonderful to see Eric so much in this book! That said, there's too much going on at times and I tended to miss some of the familiar characters (Sam, Arlene, Jason, etc) but those things didn't make me like it any less. I couldn't put it down, and if you like the series so far, this is a good addition.
After recently reading a couple books with serious content, I was ready for something light and fun and that is when I reach for a Charlaine Harris book. One of my guilty pleasures is the Sookie Stackhouse Southern Vampire Series. CLUB DEAD is the third book and it takes up with Sookie recovering from a broken heart after her vampire boyfriend, Bill, has apparently left her for another vamp, which is odd in itself. Here's a blurb from the back of the book to get you caught up...As with the previous two books in this charming series, I was completely taken in by Sookie and her group of misfit compadres. We also get to meet another character, a Were by the name of Alcides, who takes Sookie under his arm (his very big and muscular arm) and helps her around Jackson to find Bill. He is a great character and I loved the attraction that he and Sookie share. Bill's boss, Eric, is once again ever-present and he becomes less sinister to me during this story. Almost likable.Although I didn't feel the mystery surrounding Bill's disappearance was as intriguing as the mysteries in DEAD UNTIL DARK and LIVING DEAD IN DALLAS, I still enjoyed it very much. The precarious situations that Sookie finds herself in were entertaining and kept me wanting to keep reading.Unlike many Sookie fans, I have only watched a few episodes of the True Blood series on HBO. Honestly, I much prefer the books. I have all of these amazing characters etched in my imagination and when I saw the TV show, it kind of blew it all out of whack for me. I would much rather keep my mental pictures of all of them, so I have decided to stick to the books.I can't say that this one is my favorite, but it is still worth the time in reading. I've already picked up DEAD TO THE WORLD (book #4) and have read a few chapters and I can already tell I'm really going to enjoy it.
Summary: Bill Compton is working on a secret project for the king of Mississippi, and he's afraid something will happen to him. In the event that he goes missing, he gives Sookie instructions on how to hide his work and what people to call. Naturally, Bill is soon missing. Most of this book takes place in Jackson, Mississippi, and the drama involves werewolves and shapeshifters.Review: The simple truth: Club Dead is not as good as the first two novels in the series. For the first time, Sookie got on my nerves. Although there have been glimpses of her conservatism and moral stances, Harris seemed to remind the reader constantly that Sookie is a good Southern girl with good intentions who only does wrong in these extenuating circumstances she constantly finds herself in. The moral relativism was bothersome. Aside from that, the story wasn't as good. With Bill missing, Sookie spent her time with Eric and a nice Were, Alcide. Despite the prevalence of morality reminders, without Bill around, Harris did not shy away from the sexual innuendo. Perhaps the frequent mentions of how much everyone wants to sleep with Sookie precipitated all of the morality mentions. Although I would call Harris more of a storyteller than a great writer, the quality of writing seemed to have declined in this book. Perhaps without a story as invigorating, it exposed her writing style. In the end, I enjoyed it. Bubba was back in this novel, and I love his character. I also enjoyed seeing more depth in Eric. His character has grown on me immensely, and I actually like him now. Kudos to Harris for bringing out his multiple sides. It's also nice to see other recurring characters. This series is truly a series, and small characters I forgot about resurface in fantastic ways; I hope this trend continues. Perhaps the best part of the book was its ending: it clearly opens the door for the next book, which I hope begins at around the same time. I will definitely read the next book in this series.
This third book in the Sookie Stackhouse series was just as engaging as the first two. Harris truly has a fresh way of writing that gets you interested and keeps you entertained page after page. I loved the new character Alcide and the whole idea of Bubba just makes me chuckle. Looking forward to reading book four.
The story goes on... Sookie Stackhouse is a waitress with a unique ability - Telepathy. In this installment, her lover, Bill, appeared to be more focus on his "project" than on her. And then, he went off for a supposed meeting. After a werewolf attacked her, Eric Northman called upon her to let her know Bill's disappeared.Again, throughout this book, what really appealed to me about Sookie was her spunk, determination and clear sense of wrong and right. While Charlaine probably didn't intend this, vampires appear to represent an anonymous group of people who are malign and disliked - and Sookie is the breath of fresh air who "knows" they are human and treats them as such. Dead or alive. That, again, is a beautiful characteristic of Sookie.Also, the suspense felt through out the book was cleverly weaved. One question might be answered (did Bill deliberately cheat on Sookie?) and another one arises (how did he disappear? was he kidnapped?).Thank you for such a wonderful book
Couldn't put it down.