Christmas Eve

“Christmas Eve?”, I hear you cry. Why that?! Why pick an unimportant short story from the Harry Dresden universe and write about that?

Simply because it lets me make a point: Harry Dresden is a male chauvinist pig; he's a misogynist arse. And even an impromptu short story is worth reviewing it because the stuff is just that good.

I read the first book, “Storm Front”, expecting nothing, getting something weird. I certainly didn't really like it – generous 3 stars. I was wondering if it would get any better and read book two. More of the same – but people said, “WAIT! It's going to get better soon-ish!”.

I read on. Same experience with books three, four (yes, the one that's supposed to have gotten better!), five... All three stars, all... interesting. Somehow... exciting, though... Harry still is all the above and yet, there are redeeming qualities. Not sure what they are but why ever else would I have read on?!

Book 10, lo and behold, actually did get better! People – for ONCE! – were right! Harry Dresden is annoying but I'm sitting here and can't wait for book – wait for it – 16 of this weird literary junk food that so entices me, that calls out to me, that sounds like a Siren's song to me!



This story? It's just nice. The most important people we've come to love from Harry's neck of the Chicago woods are around, the atmosphere is right and, well, it has Harry...



Hello, I'm Wulf and I can't get enough of Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden.