The Sookie Stackhouse novels are the perfect vacation read: total brain candy, a little flash and not a lot of substance. I flip through them quickly and eagerly, and enjoy them for their tawdry entertainment, but don’t may them much mind. In fact, I only realized after the fact that I somehow skipped book 11, which I already owned. I didn’t notice because it had been a while since I took a look at the series, and because Harris spends so much time painfully rehashing […]