...and so it ends. After seven fang-filled years of blood, sex and magic,
True Blood has finally come to close. Although, most of the shows' storylines were tied up in some way or another (no spoilers), I hate to say I felt underwhelmed as the last set of credits scrolled up the screen. As an writer myself, I felt a little betrayed that the show's ending had strayed so far from the books, but it had become its own animal—
True Blood had a life all its own, beyond what Charlaine Harris may have initially envisioned. That was its magic. I will truly miss my Sunday night vampire fix. No more Lafayette. No more Pam. No more Jessica. No more Bon Temps...
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