Why Do I Read This Trash?!?

22 04 2010

Ok, I admit it, I am a huge fan of vampire novels and movies.  I have been since I discovered Interview with the Vampire in the university bookstore when I was buying my text books.  (I am not going to say how long ago this was.)

I love the Sookie Stackhouse books and can’t wait for True Blood to start again in June.  I also enjoy The Vampire Diaries.  I love the original Dracula by Bram Stoker and Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) movie is one of my favorites. 

Some vampire books are spooky, some are scary, some are about loners others about vamps as an organized group of beings almost like us just immortal, all of them are sexy in one way or another but I think the books by Hamilton are overly sexed.  They use the vampires or other fantasy beings; fairies, lycanthropes, necromancers as a cover for what they really are, bodice-ripper romances with an urban, modern twist that border on pornography.

The first one I read was  Danse Macabre and although I am definitely not prudish, I was ready to put it down.  Of course I didn’t, I liked the story line, I kept hoping that the story would get more developed.  I recently read two more books by Laurell K. Hamilton – Divine Misdemeanors and Flirt – both of them are mystery/thrillers but both of them disappointed me becaues instead of developing great plots they got side-tracked into sex and then the sex took over.  I know to some of you out there this doesn’t sound like a bad thing, but if I want to read porn I will get something from the erotica section of the book store.

Every time I read a book by Hamilton I tell myself never again, then I see one in the library and I think what the heck, give her another try after all she has a huge fan base and she is always on the best seller list so there must be something good about these books.  Well, I just can’t see it.  It’s too bad, I wish I could come away from the books at least feeling entertained but I don’t even get that.  I actually feel that all I have done is indulge my prurient interests and over-indulged in voyeurism.

So, the next time I see one and am tempted to pick up, I will have to tell myself “just say no”, and walk away.

Both books were borrowed from the library.