I don't know what's got into Sookie: she wants to have sex with every man in the universe, but she's no longer quite so stupid and prudish as she once was. It's almost as if she's growing as a character: she's finally learned how to say "fuck". Dead As A Doornail sees a multitude a plot lines of varying entanglements crashing upon Sookie like so many waves - but now she understands so much more about her life, and is asking questions like "why do I have to put up with these jerk men?" "why do I make out with so many of them indiscriminately?" and "when am I going to realise I'm constructing a harem?"

This is possibly the strongest of the Sookie Stackhouse books so far, with the events that pile up not rushing each other out and plot lines not tripping over each other in a clumsy morass. That said, it does fall into the familiar franchise trap of the secret villains being the new characters introduced to the book who don't have room for agendas beyond villainy.
The number of men that find themselves all wanting a piece of Sookie continues to strain credulity (although I do know there is a supernatural explanation for this coming waiting in another volume), but they are becoming more fleshed out; indeed, the weakest supernatural male characters, Sam and Bill, are the initial ostensible main men in Sookie's life.

Though artless, I am now legitimately enjoying Sookie's adventures. I hope she doesn't mess it up again. Also: fuck Sam. Eric forever.