The last book I finished was “Succubus Blues” by Richelle Mead. A very good friend of mine gave it to me, hoping it would help me chill out a bit. It was fantastic! From the first sentence I was hooked. Sometimes a book can steal you away from the real world and suck you instantly into its own. It’s the original teleportation device, ya know? Well, I can honestly say Ms. Mead is a linguistic miracle worker. My friend had given me the PERFECT book.
The story line is smart, quick-witted, and sarcastic; the plot revolves around magic and words, two of my favorite subjects. The heroine is a succubus! I love that angle. I laughed, I cried, and I got downright emotionally invested in her. I instantly connected with her, and wanted her to have her happy ending. I also truly connected with another major player in the novel. The writer. Richelle Mead put to paper the way I feel when I write, and how I feel others perceive me during my fits of literary passion.
There wasn’t a moment in the entire book that I wasn’t completely enthralled. I would emphatically recommend this to a friend or anyone else, for that matter. I simply couldn’t put it down. I thank you, MK, for giving my brain the break it needed by introducing me to this amazing author. Seriously, buy this book, and guess what y’all? I’m a book dealer, so, I’ve got ya covered!
Have a groovy Father’s Day!