True Blood is based off of the Southern Vampires' series. It's packed full of vampires, werewolves, and even a telepathic! If you love the craziness of True Blood, you're going to enjoy these book recommendations. Here you will not only find my thoughts about the show, but you will also find books with werewolves, vampires, or books set in fantasy areas! You'll also find a little bit of this and that... Basically, stuff that I enjoy. Please comment and Enjoy.
Winterstone is not having a good night. She wakes up in a dumpster.
Her neck hurts where her date used her as a meal. Vampire hunters
chase her, and the other vampires think she is the real queen,
especially since she is a day walker, eats food, drinks almost no
blood, and stands up to Zophia, the psycho vampire queen.
problems have just begun.
Her mother has
kept a couple of major secrets from her, the two men who make Ember
drool refuse to claim her, and the psycho vampire queen decides Ember
The night I died, I
woke up into a world I thought only existed in the warped minds of
screenwriters in Hollywood and romance authors who wrote about the
dark, tortured soul looking for his or her soul mate. I mean, get
real. Vampires and werewolves are stuff of myth and legends.
Vampires are REAL.
How do I know this?
The night I died, I
woke up as a vampire. But of course, leave it to me to screw up the
Okay, I am rambling.
Sorry about that, and I am sorry for apologizing, and I—you get the
By the way, I’m
Ember. Ember Winterstone.
I know what you’re
thinking. Ember the Vampire. I guess you are waiting for me to burst
into flames. Ha. Ha. The jokes are not funny. I did not pick my
name. That honor is my parents’ fault; or rather, it was my mom’s
fault. I do not know much about dear old dad. Mom doesn’t have any
pictures and she never said much about him other than he was special
and he had duties that came before their love, but he loved us very
much and wanted us to be happy.
I guess it was her
way of making excuses for a deadbeat dad.
Then, my mom married
Henry Taylor when I was ten.
She said I wasn’t
happy because I didn’t have a father and it was her job to make
sure I had one. I think mom was lonely. Memories don’t keep
you warm at night. Anyway, I ended up with a weird stepfather and an
even weirder, older stepbrother.
I don’t have a lot
of time this afternoon, lots of things to do to prepare for the
Halloween Ball, but I need to get my story down on paper.
First, I am a
reporter. My job is to tell stories, to get the facts into print so
people can read it. Second, I want to be the one telling my story so
it is accurate. So many biographies have errors or they make the
person sound more heroic than the person really was. Third, it gives
me a way to sort out the details and make some sort of meaning from
everything that has happened to me. Call it a therapeutic activity,
if you want.
Rayne Rachels lives in
Texas with her husband and two very demanding cats. When she isn’t
creating stories, she can be found reading and honing her photography
skills. Rayne enjoys taking road trips, especially to the coast where
she fishes every chance she gets. She also enjoys visiting flea markets
and playing poker.
I grew up
listening to the ghost stories my mom and grannie told. The stories were scary,
and I loved them.
high, I got to sit up every Friday night and watch the Friday Night Late Movie
with my mom. Every week was a different genre—gangster, musical, drama,
horror--all mainly from the 50s and 60s with a few early 70s thrown into the
mix. I loved them all, but the horror movies were my favorites--Frankenstein’s
Monster, The Creature From the Black Lagoon, The Mummy, The Wolfman, and
fabulous, but the vampire movies were my favorite. It was probably because by
this age, I had already read Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
(I was a weird child who started reading at an early age and proceeded to read
everything I could get my hands on. The school library was my best friend.)
A few years
later, I discovered the book called Interview
With the Vampire by Anne Rice. I was hooked. Then I discovered the
paranormal romance books. I was in heaven. The monsters were finally not
monsters and they were getting the girls.
years I have read:
Vampire series by Lynsay Sands
by Christine Feehan
Protectors series by Teresa Gabelman
series by Michelle Rowen
Vampires by Michelle Bardsley
series by MaryJanice Davidson
Stackhouse Novels by Charlaine Harris
Night series by P.C. and Kristin Cast
Stake series by Kerrelyn Sparks.
and shelves are filled with paranormal books, and not just the vampire genre. But
it’s not just the books l love. I love the movies and television series too. Lost Boys is still one of my favorite
80s vampire movies.
dark, mysterious, and dangerous. They can potentially live forever. They are
the ultimate bad boy. That is why we love them.
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So now we're halfway through the last and final season of HBO's True Blood, and I've had several WTF moments.
This far along in the season, I really would have expected to see a lot more romance, and I'm not talking about James and Lafayette.
The season started out with Sookie together with Alcide (something I really wasn't feeling), and the rest of the episodes seem to just be falling flat.
But I digress.
Here is my basic summary of this episode.
- They end up having an impromptu party at Sookie's house to honor Alcide and Tara
- Andy Bellefleur proposes to Holly... As if we didn't see that one coming.
- Sookie goes upstairs with Arlene to remember Tara - Doesn't this remind you of the scene after her grandma died?
- James hooks up with Lafayette. In turn Jessica hooks back up with Jason.
- Eric and Pam have went after Sarah Newlin.
- It's revealed that Bill has Hep V.
So with my two favorite love interests for Sookie both infected with the Hep V, I have to wonder what will happen next? It seems like the major contenders are being eliminated. I can only hope that the last five remaining shows takes a major turn for the better.
Blurb: “Midwestern nice” is hard to pull off when you’re a bloodthirsty monster. Poor Herb isn’t even sure how he got vamped in the first place. With
no one to guide him, Herb fumbles into his newfound abilities, courting
disaster with each bumbling step. Sure, there are some perks. The local
stripper wants him, he can do this whammy mind-control thing, and he is
getting a lot better at bowling. But he can’t drink beer, the bodies are
piling up, and his best friend Dallas is getting suspicious. When Herb
and Dallas go for the same girl, keeping his dark secret becomes the
least of Herb’s concerns. Booze, billiards, babes, blood, bake sales, bowling, bar fights and
karaoke. Who would’ve thought that being undead would make life so
tears flowing freely, he sat in the middle of the carnage, trying to
sort-out just how in the hell he managed to get half a petting zoo into
his house. The phone rang and rang again, causing Herb’s head to swing
in a dazed circle, bringing his eyes to bear on where the phone stuck
out from beneath most of a dead grouse.
hello. You’ve reached the Knudsen residence. Um. The Knudsen, Herb, I
mean me, well it’s a recording of Herb. Me. Oh crap. Does this rewind?
Uff dah. Aaah crap. Oh, ok. Sorry! Can’t take your call! I’d sure love
to, and I hope I can take your call again. Later. When I call you back.
Um. Ok den, thanks! So wait for the beep… um, the beep. It should be
this one. Oh for chrissakes…” Beeeep!
had been a long time since Herb had listened to his answering machine
greeting, and found himself wondering when the suave and self-confident
message he remembered had been replaced by a drunken Ole impersonator.
Herb! Are you there? Why aren’t you at work? Ronnie’s furious and
Hector is exhausted ‘cause he’s been here since like five o’clock last
night.” Lois’s voice floated from the tinny speakers of the RadioShack
machine, leaving Herb in awestruck wonder. She called me, thought Herb. She’s worried about me and she called. A smile cracked the caked blood around Herb’s mouth as he leaned toward the voice.
making me call since you haven’t picked up your phone all morning. He’s
been calling and calling and thinks you’re trying to ruin him or
something. You’d better call back or get your ass in here pronto, ok
Herby? Seriously, it’s like 10:45 in the A. M. Just…”
knocked the remains of the grouse off the phone and grabbed the
receiver. “Lois! Hi, Lois. Um. Wow. Hi there. It’s Herb. Me. I’m Herb.
Um…” Herb squeezed his eyes shut, slowly pounded his forehead on the
lifeless grouse and took a deep breath.
“So. I’m here. You called. Me. Lois. Um, how are you?”
am I? Oh just peachy, thanks so much for asking. It’s busier than heck
here but our morning cook has apparently decided to take the morning
off, which means the exhausted overnight cook can’t leave since Ronnie
only knows how to make Rice-A-Roni.”
“That’s what I said.”
“No, Ronnie calls it ‘Rice-A-Ronnie.’ He ah. Adds cilantro, dill, some mayo. He thinks it makes it fancier.”
“Roni, Ronnie, whatever.
Hector burned his hand when he dozed off near the deep fryer half an
hour ago. Seriously, I don’t know what your deal is, but you really
gotta get to work.”
a few treasured moments after the phone was slammed into the cradle,
Lois’s voice flittered on Cupid-wings through the fog in Herb’s brain.
Gone were the dead animals, the blood-soaked couch, the gore-spattered
Brett Favre bobble-head doll. Even Lady, Jerry and Pam’s poor little
pug, flew from his conscious mind like dandelion fluff on a warm summer
breeze. Herb bobbed in a sea of bliss, looking at the phone that had
recently held her angel voice. Gently setting the receiver down on its
cradle, he caressed it with a grimy finger.
A red 11
blinked at him from the answering machine, a stark reminder of the ten
angry Ronnie’s and one blissful Lois waiting for his attention. Herb
quickly stumbled to his feet, hit play and delete in rapid sequence,
turning Ronnie’s messages into a staccato of angry reproachment.
on, come on!” Jittering with anticipation, he hit play, delete. Play,
delete. Reaching the final truncated message, he stopped, quivering in
anticipation, and gently, reverently hit play. Lois’s voice again filled
his senses, buckled his knees, and sent him sliding back to the floor.
Oblivious to the fact that he was sitting in a half-congealed puddle of
blood, Herb smiled, contentment incarnate. She had called him. Called
his phone to talk to him. And she was waiting for him. All he had to do
was get in the Pinto, go to work and…
Reality crashed down like kitchen knives from an overturned drawer.
About the Author: Scott lives in the Midwest with his wife, Liz and their Staffordshire
Terrier, Frank. Raised in Minneapolis, Minnesota, he spent many summer
weekends in rural Wisconsin where a friend’s dad had about 50 acres of
wooded land near a small town. Those magical summer days of Scott’s
youth were spent shooting pop cans with a .22, playing Frisbee golf
amongst the trees and sticking the collected wood ticks to rolls of duct
tape on the fridge. Wisconsin came to represent idle days and
entertaining nights, simple times complete with good friends and beef
jerky. Years later (1998 to be exact), Scott had made a mess of college and
moved to Chicago, IL. For six years, Scott drove back and forth between
Minneapolis and Chicago. More than once, he wondered what it would be
like to just take the next exit, drive north into the woods and settle
down. He dreamt of running a small bar or bowling alley, living in a
little rambler in the trees, and amassing a daunting collection of
cassette tapes and flannels. Somewhere in those musings, the seeds for
Wisconsin Vamp were planted, although Herb Knudsen wouldn’t appear for
many, many years. Scott moved to Los Angeles, CA in late 2003. He quickly realized that
only people who had written a screenplay were allowed to live in L.A.,
so he set about whipping one up. Looking for some easy subject matter,
Scott catalogued the things he enjoyed. Drinking, bowling, karaoke,
pining for cute waitresses and funny horror flicks topped his list.
After not nearly enough consideration, Scott wrote half a screenplay
about the things he enjoyed, set in the northwoods of Wisconsin and
featuring a very atypical vampire named Herb. Since he didn’t finish the screenplay, he was politely asked to leave
L.A. Returning to Minneapolis with his wife, he converted what he had to
novel format. The rest is, as they say, is available for the reasonable
price of $2.99.
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When the True Blood spoilers about season 7 started leaking, one of them was about several important characters getting killed off. They sure weren't kidding. On last night's episode another key character met their end, and this one really shocked me.
Spoiler alert. If you haven't seen episode 7~3, don't keep reading.
For those of you that have seen it or those that just can't wait to see what really happened - Alcide dies.
Sookie comes up with this half-cocked plan and she runs to Bill to put it in motion. While they are together she basically tells him that Alcide loves her more than she loves him and she doesn't know how much longer she can take it.
We should have seen that this scene was leading up to something big. It's a problem she doesn't have for long because Alcide dies and True Blood says goodbye to another major character.
I have to admit I was not a fan of the whole Sookie-Alcide love affair, but I never expected them to kill him off. Alcide's character was just a little too much for me. I can't put my finger on it, but there was just something I found unattractive about him... Not physically, but with his character.
So now I have to wonder where they are going with this. I really would love to see Sookie end up with a Vamp. Please let her end up with Eric or Bill. Please.
It's finally here. Tonight was the kick off night for the seventh season of True Blood, and it didn't disappoint!
Seeing this new episode just reminded of all the reasons why I love this show, and how much I'm going to hate it when it's gone. HBO has really taken us on quite a ride, and I have to admit I'm going to miss it when it's over.
I remember reading a few months ago that some major characters were going to meet the true death this season... And it would seem that they weren't kidding. Tara (Rutina Wesley) met her end in the fight against the Hep V vampires, and her death hit hard, at least for me.
Tara was one of those characters that had really been through hell. It felt as if she was always being knocked down. Something great would happen in her life, a door would open, but it would never end well. Something great would happen then something horrible and the door would always ended up shut.... And even though the show is ending, we weren't able to imagine Tara getting this great happy ever after. So it's sad to see her go.
And the whole Alcide - Sookie thing, I never really liked. Alcide is a gorgeous male, we all know it, but I just don't feel the chemistry between the two of them. It should be interesting to see who Sookie ends up with in the end.