My sweetie started picking up the Dresden Files books about six months ago, and he liked them. And then I started watching the TV show with him, and I liked it.
So why not start reading the books?
Take a detective novel and add magic. The result is spellbinding.
Harry Dresden is part average joe, part 21st-century knight. He's trying to make a living in a world that's rejected magic for technology, and is desperately trying to forget that there are dark things in the shadows.
And he's got two things every modern Defender needs -- a code of honor that propels him to protect the weak and a perpetually empty wallet.
Harry is brought in by the Chicago police to consult on a pair of mysterious murders. That soon leads to a bigger conspiracy, and Harry is forced to cross paths with both the powerful Chicago Mob and a mysterious dark sorcerer.
The world is well-thought out and engaging, especially for a first novel, and the story is fast-paced with roller-coaster action and sufficient complications to keep me interested.
Butcher's got to pay, though, for the following: "...he picked me up to hurl me toward the demon. I objected with fragile tenacity." Ouch!
I like the novel better than the TV show -- and I still think the TV show is pretty darned good. This is a series I'll keep picking up.
Black magic and mobsters and demons and drugs and faeries -- oh my!
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