Ow, quit it!

It took a week, but I finally finished Skin Trade. I will probably never be clean again, but these things happen.

If you're wondering whether or not Anita is safe to read again, she's not. It's sadly that simple. Not even Edward could save this train wreck, and alas, his appearance was obviously that of a clone, because the real Edward was nowhere to be seen.

Anita has never been my favorite character in the books. I hated her for the most part from the word go, but for quite awhile I liked the idea that when she was recruited to do a job, she did it. She might not do it perfectly, and she'd whine like hell, but she would get the damn thing done.

As the series wore on, this ability was a little less rock solid. When Anita finally gave it up to JC and Richard, I was okay with that. I came from Merry-ville originally, so it's not like I had room to complain about sex in the series. But when we hit double digits for the various boytoys and guys kept as food, you knew that if your fictional counterpart ended up anywhere near Anita's stomping grounds, your death would go unpunished because Anita had better guys to do. Even if they didn't want to do her.

Which is to say nothing of the quality of the writing taking a serious header for the shitcan.

But the ideas and the world presented, those have always kept me interested. That, and the hope that Edward or someone would kill Anita.

It won't happen now. Our failsafe is gone. Instead, a new one has been put into action and we all know it's flawed from the start.


( Spoilers. For real, man. )

And because I believe in letting someone dig their own grave, I present, in its entirety, the moment that made me realize she'd just completely phoned this one in.

( The Case Against Skin Trade: )

And one more

Random stuff to distract you from the love that was the last post. THE LOVE I say!

New Private web-series began last night. I would love you more, Noelle, if you didn't keep doing that head bopping thing. It's distracting. You know how I know it's distracting? The show is only seven minutes long and almost every time you're on screen? My neck hurts from all the bobbing you do. Weird. Stop it. Noelle is less... catty and more head bitch in charge. And I prefer Glass-Licker as a nickname over Trailer Park. I mean, really. GL wins hands down. Pretty abounds but I'm not sure how I feel about the obvious changes aside from the cosmetic ones. *muse* On the other hand, you had me at boarding school of DOOM. So, really. I'm good.

Turn Coat was pretty good, though it pretty much threw everything but the kitchen sink [and Bob!] at Harry, so the whole thing felt a bit... off to me. Of course, I did start it right after finishing Skin Trade, so that might explain some of the disconnect. That and a lack of Bob. I'd like to do a victory lap around the pool [you've got one, right? Lemme in!] for guessing the bad guy and some of the other plot twists. We loves Dresden even when we can see where the bad guys are going ahead of everyone else because it's a fun ride anyway. And, fine, we love Dresden. I break my hero/heroine of any given story can die for all I care rule for him.

If you need me, Ruthie and I will be watching the various poupee fanatics explode over the whole jewel debacle. [Luckily I think most of the jewel stuff is meh at best, so reminding myself it essentially costs twice as much as it seems like it does makes none of it appealing.]

But most of all, I'll be plotting Halloween decorations.