The Dresden Files #3
3 out of 5 stars
Harry Dresden and I have had quite the whirlwind romance. Many people say that it takes a few books for the Dresden Files to get going, I wholeheartedly disagreed with this sentiment in books one and two. After nine pages in book one, I was hooked and looked forward to us having a bright, happy future together. But unfortunately book three but a halt to us running away and eloping.
Now, it was not by any means a bad book. It just wasn’t as good as the first two. Harry’s wing man, Michael, really put a crush on the magical vibes. His constant holy-rolling brought any compelling scene to a screeching halt. His incessant correcting of the words out of Harry’s mouth anytime he said something a tiny bit sacrilegious made me want to punch the book, not to mention an overwhelming desire to punch the “Fist of God.” If Michael had a second title it would be, “Buzzkillington the Third.”
The last quarter of the book was the best part. Probably due to Michael’s absence and Harry kicking ass by himself. The plot was a little slow building but not in a mind-numbingly boring sort of a way.
I look forward to the next installment regardless. I just hope there’s more Bob and less Michael the Vibe-Killer.