Okay, so this one is more fucked up. A lot more fucked up. At least it does send the message that when your boyfriend rapes you, you should break up with him, but it would have been better if Charlaine Harris acknowledged what happened by using the word, instead of alluding to “involuntary” sex. For this reason, I found Club Dead less enjoyable that the others. I mean, lots of it was still fun, with dim-witted Elvis vampire putting in an appearance, but the overall storyline of Bill leaving her, cheating on her, raping her, then wanting to go back out with her, just made me sick. Hmmmm.