I know … I keep posting about True Blood lately. Partly it’s because I haven’t been able to concentrate on reading a book in a while and partly because the show is both slightly addictive and somewhat annoying. It swings.
This past weekend’s episode (#8?) was annoying. The spraying blood and the subsequent slaying of Longshadow was ok. But what’s up with this Jason-Joy-Nerdy/Gay Vampire storyline? And the gooey Oh-Jason-I’m-So-In-Love-With-You business? I mean, sure, in the books Jason has a way with the female portion of the population but come ON! And kidnapping a vampire? Having sex in front of him while he moaned in agony? Give me a freakin’ break.
Tell me Charlaine Harris isn’t cringing as she watches. Her writing does not go down such cliched, groan-worthy paths. It’s a lot more subtle with a healthy dose of irony. I really miss her light touch in this series.
Sure, I’m happy that one of my favourite series is being brought to life (or unlife – LOL) every week. And I hope its popularity helps Ms. Harris out financially — she deserves it IMO.
But I prefer the books. You know — the place where Sookie isn’t a saucy whiner, where Eric’s quips make you laugh, and where Jason is a highly-sexed idiot … but not THIS much of an idiot.
Ok. ‘Nuff said, for now.
And now it’s time to start watching the US election results come in …
November 5, 2008 at 11:43 pm
In most cases the book is always better but I still enjoy the show.