Grave Surprise by Charlaine Harris
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Harper Connelly finds dead people, but she eschews the term "psychic." It doesn't matter how she refers to herself; people don't like her because they think she's a con artist, regardless of her nearly perfect record of results for her clients.
How do I know how she feels about this?
Because she whines about it so often.
Everything that is resilient and charming about Sookie Stackhouse seems to be lacking in Harper Connelly. I'm not saying that Harper doesn't deserve some measure of pathos. Her background as the child of a broken marriage between drug-addled partners, their fall from grace, and the lightning strike that formed the basis of her "powers" surely wouldn't sit well with most people. Even so, every chapter refers at least once to her bleak past and misfortune. It was more like reading something written by Lemony Snicket, but without the humor. And why? She's recovered better than most people, and she's even found a way to turn a profit from that lightning strike; it's given her an ability that earns her a living. It kept her from having to work in an office building under appalling fluorescent lighting, watching the clock and waiting -- ahem. Pardon me for slewing a bit off track.
I know it's exhausting to encounter jerk after jerk, every one of them impeaching her morals for daring to take money from people in exchange for a service. Even so, the sheer amount of her ennui got a bit tiring.
I'll finish out the series because of the
budding romance between her and Tolliver
but I'll continue to hope that Harper will somehow see the good in her life, and stop focusing so determinedly on the bad.
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