Where to read Blood Noir by Laurell K. Hamilton (Goodreads Author) epub ibooks ipad
Where to read Blood Noir by Laurell K. Hamilton (Goodreads Author) epub ibooks ipadBook description
Book description
SUPERSLUT POWERS, ACTIVATE! Superslut Anita Blake is back! While the overall story was good, Hamiltons attempt at erotica, as usual, was lacking. When reading erotica, I expect, well, MORE. The erotic sections are bland and unimaginative. The horrible display of BDSM is appalling in that Hamilton has a main character in the series IGNORE the safe word. No matter how well the characters know each other, there is no justification for ignoring the safe word. If Hamilton wants to improve the erotic portions of her work, she should provide more details to fire the readers imagination. Longtime readers know that Micah is better endowed than Richard who is in turn larger than Jason, but in erotica, size matters, give us the details - how large is large? In Blood Noir we are told several times that Anita is riveted by Jasons stomach - could not figure out if he was doing crunches or what, but it would help the reader to have more detail. I presume since Jason is a stripper that he has an appealing and ripped body, but details would help feed the imagination. It takes more to fire the imagination than stating that Jason has business-short blond hair, a shade of blond of which Hollywood stars are envious. Yes, we know Jason, hes been a supporting character forever, but please provide details if you want us to lust over him in the scenes. Lack of more personal details and more imaginative sex, drags down the erotic sections of the book as it has with previous books. Unfortunately, by this point in the series, the ardeur is played out. How many people superslut Blake can perform with to save everyone is too cliché, as we all know that is the only way Anita can save the day anymore.Excluding the unimaginative erotic portions of the book, the story was a nice piece on Jason. Jason has been one of my favorite characters since his too brief appearance back in Lunatic Café. Its good to see him featured and learn more about his past, his family, and his motivations. Fortunately, as in the last few books, the erotic scenes are becoming fewer, but unfortunately, they are the only scenes giving the book direction.What was missing was the paranormal. Where were the zombie raisings? Where was the use of Anitas necromancer abilities? Is her power growing? If so, how and to what extent? As in the last few books, the Mother of Darkness makes some appearances and Anita goes in superslut mode. Anita appears to be a necromancer in name only these days. Gone are the days of true action and paranormal abilities outside the tiresome ardeur. I miss her stuffed toys, her coffee mugs to irritate Bert, how she flaunts her wardrobe at Animators, Inc. to irritate Bert. I miss new and/or interesting villains - dragging out the Mother of Darkness storyline into each and every book is becoming repetitive and indicative of lazy writing. Anita lacks substance these days as she threads water. What happened to the days when Anita was trying to save children and people and struggled with real world issues in a paranormal world?Please do not get me wrong, as the book is a good read for the Jason story, but for the love of God, please do yourself a favor and skip over the bad erotica, unless bad porn is your thing.
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