Connie, you're slaying me... And I've never read Anita Blake.

His long black hair floated gently in the breeze. Xander licked a finger and held it up to confirm that, no, there was no breeze in his vicinity.

BWAH!

The woman barely glanced at her. "You need faith."

Was really expecting them to bring up Faith at this juncture.

"Expelliarmus? Isn't that Harry Potter?"

"Hey, it worked."

Snerksnerksnerksnerk....

Heee! bouncebouncebounce And wheee! Thanks, connie!

Connie I love that! And in my head, after Jean Claude has taken Anita where ever she's still trying to get it saying "But they didn't want to have sex with me! Everyone wants to have sex with me!"

BWAH, Askye, too true.

Askye, I tried to figure a way to work that in, but figured she'd be dead long before anyone got to the point of wondering if she was beddable.

Shows how much attention I pay, I thought Jean Claude was blonde.

crosses Anita Blake off 'books to read' list

connie, that's fantastic.

Connie, that was splendid.

(Am, the first one is far better than I was braced for, although I understand they go downhill. I mean, it was cheesy, there were plenty of irritating wee bits and everyone wanted to shag her, but I was expecting the plot to be worse and the prose style to be more like the ghastly schtick that got parodied in Bitches yesterday, with all the "eyes like limpid dewy pools of glistening amber" nonsense, and it was actually a lot snappier than that. The first one's okay. I'll likely try another, but I'm braced for the badness.)

The first four or five are actually quite good. Just--read a copy before buying it.