When we return to Bon Temps in rural Louisiana, you know you’ll get your fair share of rednecks and southern drawls, cretin bigots and fang-bangers. That’s right, it’s time for the third season of True Blood, the HBO series based on The Southern Vampire Mysteries by Charlaine Harris. While I was much enthused by the first season, the second season mostly annoyed me, because of the many deviations from the novel I had just read. I will do my best to keep an open mind – it’s been a while since I read Harris novels anyway. Well, then, our beloved telepath Sookie Stackhouse has just been asked to marry 173-year old vampire Bill Compton. When she returns from powdering her nose, Bill is gone – and from the tell-tale signs Sookie is sure he has been kidnapped. Unfortunately, the local police are uninterested helping her find her vampire, as the whole town is still ravaged by the violent orgy inspired by Maryann the maenad.
Tara is mourning the death of her boyfriend “Eggs” Benedict and finds solace only with her drug-dealing, omni-sexual cousin Lafayette. With no help from the police, Sookie turns to the vampire sheriff of the area, Eric Northman (an eyeful of Nordic vigor). The Viking vampire nearly loses it when he hears Bill is gone. Making matters worse for him, the vampire Queen of Louisiana, Sophie-Anne, pays him a visit with a Magister addressing the issue of excessive v-draining (illicit trade of vampire blood for human substance abuse). The intriguing part, however, is that her highness is in such financial duress that – after the Magister walks out – she urges Eric to sell his entire supply of blood overnight so she can handle her debts. On his journey to find his birth parents, former diner-owner Sam Merlotte has a weird homo-erotic dream about Bill. For his part, Bill has been kidnapped by some rowdy v-juice junks who strapped a silver chain around his neck. He manages to get the car tumbling off the road, but after sleeping and feeding, Bill finds himself in the Mississippi woods, surrounded by wolves.
Tara is mourning the death of her boyfriend “Eggs” Benedict and finds solace only with her drug-dealing, omni-sexual cousin Lafayette. With no help from the police, Sookie turns to the vampire sheriff of the area, Eric Northman (an eyeful of Nordic vigor). The Viking vampire nearly loses it when he hears Bill is gone. Making matters worse for him, the vampire Queen of Louisiana, Sophie-Anne, pays him a visit with a Magister addressing the issue of excessive v-draining (illicit trade of vampire blood for human substance abuse). The intriguing part, however, is that her highness is in such financial duress that – after the Magister walks out – she urges Eric to sell his entire supply of blood overnight so she can handle her debts. On his journey to find his birth parents, former diner-owner Sam Merlotte has a weird homo-erotic dream about Bill. For his part, Bill has been kidnapped by some rowdy v-juice junks who strapped a silver chain around his neck. He manages to get the car tumbling off the road, but after sleeping and feeding, Bill finds himself in the Mississippi woods, surrounded by wolves.
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