My Dad actually first told me about the HBO series True Blood. He really likes it, and this is a guy who doesn't watch much TV. He's a grey bearded opera lover. But as those who really know him realize, Dad has a a strange compulsion to watch violent stuff. He is the one who gave me my love of boxing. Yeah, he and I are both probably the biggest pacifists you will ever run into but we like watching boxing. Weird.
So because I finally got HBO (Cable company had some compelling reason whereby I had to pay more for my cable phone, internet, and TV and could essentially get the HBO thrown in) I got to watch the show.
I have actually had the Sookie Stackhouse novels on my "waiting to find cheap" radar as I had heard good things about them. Until I started watching, I didn't realize that True Blood is the TV adaptation of the Southern Vampire series. Ah ha. Checked out wikipedia to get caught up since I missed the first season, and started watching.
It's pretty violent for me, but strangely compelling. I personally don't think vampires are my idea of good boyfriend material, but I have to admit the sex scene between Bill and Sookie was pretty darn hot. Vampire porn, almost. I will watch some more. Of course MaryAnn is a totally freaky character, and since my name is Marianne, the hubster got a laugh out of that.
Defiantely lots of death and violence. If I were Sookie, I would be a bit concerned as her grandmother, great uncle, and various and sundry bar cleintele and locals keep showing up dead.
No, they are dying of things like "heart ripped out of chest," or "strangulation and stabbing," or "blood drained by vampires." Eek!