So, I caved. Long ago, I read 2 or 3 of Charlaine Harris’s Southern Vampire mysteries. They were okay, but not great. When I saw Club Dead in the bookstore, I decided not to buy it. I didn’t dislike the books, but I didn’t want to spend any more money on them. I figured they’d be those books that you get given to you by other people eventually,and I’d finish reading them then.
As I am without “real” cable, as in no HBO, I didn’t really know about True Blood until last season. One of my friends kept asking me about it. I thought it was a take-off of Twilight… then I found out it was related to those books that I’d considered practically inconsequential (fun… but not excellent). I told this friend, “Meh. The books weren’t that great. I doubt I’ll like the show all that much.”
Oh, how much I was wrong. I started watching the show, just because I have Netflix and I could get it sent to me for free. Plus, another friend, one whose opinion on pop culture I actually value, said “you must watch True Blood. It’s totally fun. Just watch it.”
I did. She was right. It is totally fun. I’m only on Season 2, but I like what I’ve seen so far.