This book started off terribly for me. Probably because I'm a mood reader, and I guess I just wasn't at all in the mood for the raging bitchy rudeness that is Anita Blake. She honestly has no redeeming qualities. I LIKE unlikable characters and villains. But Anita is just a straight-up nasty person. She does nothing but storm around, treating everyone like shit when they have done nothing to deserve that treatment, demands that she be treated with the utmost respect (God help you if you call her Miss), and even struts around a high school, smugly thinking to herself how much hotter she is than these HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS. Who does that?! 
 Anyway, the book did pick up for me once the story got moving. I was glad to have a change of scenery, even though the plot remained terribly formulaic. But, the werewolf-vampire love triangle took a backseat, which I was very happy about. Larry was the best character in this book -- he seems like a genuine guy, he can be kick-ass when he tries, and he's willing to learn. I just sincerely hope Anita doesn't ruin him and turn Larry into a mini-me. 
 I need to mention the writing. It's pretty atrocious. The book is so filled with action sequences, but Hamilton does not write these scenes well. I find that very few authors can write long fight scenes where you can easily picture what is going on. In nearly every action scene in this book, I couldn't keep up with who got hurt/killed and by whom, who was wielding what weapon, etc. It's always just a jumbled mess to me. On a totally opposite note, I felt like in this book Hamilton was trying to write...better? There were sentences that seemed like they were meant to be poetic or something, but that just made no sense in reality and I was left rereading these parts several times before I understood what she was trying to say. 
 In conclusion, the best part of this book was when Anita licked Jean Claude's nipple. Lollollollollol.