It’s been a long time since I curled up in my overstuffed, well-worn purple chair and read, purely to see where the story went. It was pretty fun.
Another Dresden files novel; you either like ’em or you don’t. Butcher gets away with exactly the things that annoy me in other long-running urban fantasy series — power creep, friends repeatedly in jeopardy, etc. etc. I think the characterization helps wonderfully, although it wouldn’t hurt if some of the secondary characters got a bit more of it these days. This one also pretty much pushes the big red reset button — though I’ll give it to the next book to see if it’s really as bad as all that.
This book gets a whole extra star because it has more Bob in it than the last three books combined. I’d take away half of one if I could because he’s still pushed offstage halfway through without even a “see ya”.