Charlaine Harris, Midnight Crossroad, (2014), 305p
I should seriously title this blog entry “Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself?!?”
I’ll admit, when I picked up my first book by Harris, I fell in love. It was quite a few years ago when I read Dead Until Dark – the first book in the Sookie Stackhouse series. I quickly read the next eight books or so in the series. I devoured them like a bag of Doritos. But then, they started sucking. Really hard. Not that they were classic worthy reads, but at least they were entertaining. I still haven’t read the last three books in the series. Two of them are sitting gathering dust on my bookshelf. I even tried to read three more of Harris’ series. They were all the same level of entertaining meets predictable. But, apparently I’m a sucker for punishment, and I picked up Midnight Crossroad.
This one starts with an Internet psychic, Manfred Bernado, moving into Midnight, Texas – a tiny town filled with secrets. When a missing town resident turns out to not be missing but murdered, the town residents band together, utilizing their special skills to figure out what really happened. Things aren’t really what they seem in Midnight.
This may be one of the worst books I have ever read. It was a painful experience to finish it. I whined and sighed and procrastinated. But, because of the challenge, I forced myself to do it.
I really hope no one else reads this. Seriously, it’s that bad. I think I have finally gotten Harris out of my system.
Happy reading –