“Cucknugget! Douchetarp! Fucksack! Fanny-ramming, bitch-sucking, chunkass, jizz-flapping shitdong! There. No, wait! Twatwaffle. And cocksplurt!”
Some people like demure girls, the well-mannered wallflowers, those who blend into the background. But I, like lord Guy Harrick Dreppenfeld, find Marnie and her pottymouth so much more interesting. Not only is her life a non-stop cavalcade of bones and boners, she has even more to offer. Like slipper-humping bat brothers, a Revenant who has cut in half by a cuckold husband, cock-whisperers, poltergeists, horny, yet scary demon kings, an equally horny, no to mention ungodly exorcist and drop dead gorgeous police officers at her beck and call. In short, she the perfect companion for the jaded, world weary vampire, as well as the crazy friend you (yeah, YOU!) are missing in your life. And oooh, boy, does she fulfill her role as your crazy friend to perfection.
Of course, with a mouth like that, she’s bound to end up in trouble with the law. How fortunate for Marnie that she can just visit her native Canada, force her way into the investigation of yet another unsuspecting police officer wile she is on probation in the US. Cause evidently they have some scary ghosts up there....
I will readily admit I missed seeing more of Kill-Notch Batten with his sexy jaw clenching, but hey; at least we got some phone sex! (However, as a dachshund owner, I do not approve of Batten’s plans to buy her a new dachshund-sized toy. Get back in the sack, the two of you. Now doesn’t that sound like a much better retirement plan, Marnie?) Missing regular cast aside; officer Longshanks and Harry’s combat Butler; with his refined manners and wry humor, more than made up for the lack of Chapel & co. In fact, I suspect Aalto is incapable of creating an uninteresting character. Because I love them all! They are so quirky, so original, so loveable that I want to start re-reading the book almost as soon as I turn the last page.
As for the overreaching theme of this series. I am still absolutely intrigued as to why Harry sees Marnie as his salvation and why he allowed her grandmother so much more sexual freedom without the jealousy he’s experiencing this time. (Ah, salvation vs. damnation: Did anyone else think Asmodeus was scary as hell in this installment. His “warm you up” comment freaked me out!) But back to the issue of sexual freedom: It appears that Longshanks has worked some miracles, and that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I do hope that means we’ll get to see our two lovebirds hit the sack in the near future. But Harry, dear Harry. He may be incapable of love, but his tenderness, his devotion to Marnie makes ME love him more than ever. I mean; who wouldn’t offer up their neck to a sweet, fussing Revenant like him?(Crazy people, that's who!)
Oh, and one last thing: Just when I thought this book couldn’t get more awesome, we get Star Trek references. Klingons, Ferengis, Jean-Luc Picard. Oh my! What can I say: I do hope this series will continue to live long and prosper for decades to come. It’s just that good!
Incidentally, you were absolutely right, Marnie: “Pule” (a.k.a. Balkan donkey cheese) IS a gross (R-rated) word (in Norwegian,) and in Marnie's case, very (VERY) appropriate. (Bwahaha!) I suspect her blue sense and vitamin pills have combined in some weird way … And now I’m left pondering which one of Marnie's guys I'd like to pule first...
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Oh, My God, I’m turning into Marnie & I can't blame it on vitamin pills. *Shakes head in mock horror* ;-P