After several up-and-down, extremely campy seasons of True Blood, the show’s last episode will air tonight. I have mixed feelings about this, mostly because I sometimes feel guilty about watching this show in the first place! Though this season had some tender scenes, I’m not sure the show recovered after the awfulness of Season 6 (Bill the vampire god, for real?). Nonetheless, I will follow Eric Northman anywhere and will always consider Sookie to be my spirit animal.
I suppose as a celebration of the end, Amazon.com’s daily Gold-Box deal is Kindle versions of the first five books. Check them out here for $1.99 apiece. I’ve read a handful of them, and they are even goofier than the show (in a good way). Charlaine Harris is a bit of a local celebrity in Arkansas, so if you’re in the mood for some light reading featuring a vampire named Bubba (who also happens to look a lot like Elvis), line Ms. Harris’s pockets by taking a chance on Dead Until Dark. Be warned, though, that readers were NOT happy with the end of this books series . . . so I’m curious to see how different HBO’s ending will be.
The thing I loved best about True Blood was the show’s ability to merge the almost ridiculous southern gothic-ness with the violent and the melancholy. Sookie is a sufferer who loses almost everyone she loves, and she feels every loss with the ugly-cry it deserves. One of my favorite scenes from the whole series is when Sookie comes home after her Gran’s funeral and eats the last of her Gran’s pecan pie. Someone has to eat that pie—the last pie her Gran ever made, in the kitchen where she was brutally murdered. There’s nothing more Southern than her Gran’s house with its white lace curtains and chintz wallpaper, and there’s no feeling like crying over food after a death.