Fool Moon by Jim Butcher
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
From Goodreads.com: Business has been
slow. Okay, business has been dead. And not even of the undead
variety. You would think Chicago would have a little more action for
the only professional wizard in the phone book. But lately, Harry
Dresden hasn't been able to dredge up any kind of workmagical or mundane.
just when it looks like he can't afford his next meal, a murder comes
along that requires his particular brand of supernatural expertise. A brutally mutilated corpse. Strange-looking paw prints. A full moon. Take three guessesand the first two don't count...
Does the author have a quirk about stuffing Harry into sweatpants? Book 1, Harry spent running around in sweatpants and tennis shoes (or nekkid) and in Book 2, he was back in sweatpants. Interesting.
Attire aside, this was another action packed read that started to become borderline unbelievable even for a fantasy.
Point of contention number one: our hero is shot in the shoulder. The shoulder is a very complex joint. Harry simply wouldn't be doing the running he was doing with that kind of injury.
Point of contention number two: this was beginning to read like a Who's Who in the werewolf community. We have loup-garou (a cursed lineage), the traditional werewolf (think Twilight), hexenwolfen (needs a belt to change), and one supernatural werewolf who didn't really fit in anywhere: a wolf that turned into a human, not a human turning into a wolf.
Point of contention number three: too much action perhaps? A bit too much running around in panic? Um, yes.
Point of contention number four: Must all women be long legged and sexy? Must all werewolf women crawl up their alpha licking and demanding blood and sex? Must the Hero's woman be the perfectly understanding sex-symbol, girding her hero's loins for battle? And just how many women need to be running around showing titties? Really?
Point of contention number five: All this talk about the White Council keeping a close eye on Harry...so where the hell are they during all the wolfiness? With this much supernatural stuff happening someone from the White Council is bound to notice? Where the hell did Harry's so-called Mentor go? In book one he was breathing down Harry's neck. Book two, surprisingly absent. Dude could use a little back-up even if you don't like the guy.
Which brings me to point of contention number six: why is it that is Harry the only wizard capable of handling all this stuff? Supposedly there is a bar full of wizards, do they just sit on their collective heinies and stare into their beers? Again, where is the White Council? Having a meeting?
Okay, issues aside, I still read this one in a couple of days and I enjoyed it for it's entertainment value, even if my ability to suspend disbelief was being challenged. First two books in a series...sometimes characters and setting need a bit more flushing out.
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