Tuesday, May 24, 2016

ARC Review: Demon Hunting with a Dixie Deb by Lexi George

Series:     Demon Hunting #4
Pub. Date:May 24, 2016
Publisher:Lyrical Press
Length:354 pages
Source:NetGalley

Lexi George's books make me happy. I was feeling grumpy today when I started Demon Hunting with a Dixie Deb, and it totally distracted me and put me in a better mood. Plus its always uplifting to know that I am not the only crazy attorney out there... Lexi being a lawyer as well lets me know that it's okay for me to be a little outrageous and yell things like "SON OF A BISCUIT!" and other creative southern swears around the office when I get a paper cut, or trip over my own feet, or have to deal with some difficult opposing counsel. Just goes to show that you can be smart AND silly... and that even the highly educated enjoy some good slapstick humor now and then.

So we are back in Hannah, Alabama with a brand new (to us anyway) Dalvahi warrior, Grimford (a/k/a Grim). Grim has been carrying around a load of guilt for the past 3,000 years, since the death of his twin brother, Gryffin.  The guilt caused Grim to seek solitude, so he has been a lone wolf, not living in the Hall of Warriors with his Dalvahni brethren. I think Grim is my favorite of the Dalvahni thus far. His character had more depth and unique traits than the previous warriors, so I was able to establish a little better connection to him. He is still literal to a fault, but I loved that he created the Provider to counsel him, provide knowledge, and serve somewhat as a companion in his solitude. I am interested to see what role the Provider (a/k/a Dell) will play in future books for this series. I also suspect that Duncan is going to give Grim a run for his money in my affections once we get to Duncan's book.  
She was part Muggle and part dementor, with a heaping helping of Tinker Bell thrown in, thanks to a high-octane fairy cocktail.
As much as I liked Grim in this installment of the series, I liked Sassy Peterson that much more. She was a sassy survivor. A pickle princess and step-daughter to a chicken tender tycoon. In other words, Sassy was living in high cotton. But when the southern debutante gets overexposed to fairymones, she starts to change, and in more ways that just her new sparkle and rainbow hair. She was also terminally perky. And for some insane reason, I had a connection to her character. I think it was the hair. As a curly girl myself, I know all about hairmageddon. Now, I am not at all a perky person, but I think she rubbed off on me. I was amazed that Sassy didn't get on my nerves, so I think that's proof that Lexi George is able to infuse her writing with fairy essence that infected me as I was reading. I loved that Sassy was able to charm everyone and that her sassy sunshine was so well-received. I just really liked her fairy-ness, it was a lot of fun.

This book also made me hungry.  I really want to hunt down a good meat and three. I haven't been to one of those in ages! There was also some talk about Hamburger Helper in this story, so I thought I would make some for dinner.  Yeah, not as good as I thought it would be. Oddly enough, the jalapeno cheeseburger mac was bland city. And I don't need to start thinking about strawberry shortcake and 'nana puddin' either. Phew, I think I just gained 10lbs typing this paragraph.

This installment had some wonderful secondary characters. I absolutely loved the Mea the Maserati, the fairyfied sentient automobile. And we have been introduced to a new sect of warriors, the Kirvahni, female demon hunters! These ladies should give Lexi lots of room to expand this series into the future... maybe even with some Dal and Kir pairings?!?  One of my favorite moments in the book was when Irilmoskamoseril, a Nibilanth and Sassy's fairy god grump, got drunk on milk and gave us this song:
Oh, I'm Scottish, you know, and I always wear plaid, 'Cause my balls are so big, and I am so bad, And my legs only reach from my butt to the ground, And I fart all the time, 'cause I just like the sound.
Oh, I'm Scottish, you know, and I always wear kilts. And the lasses all like the way that I'm built. And I blow my butt trumpet through valley and dale, And the lasses all say that I sing with my tail.
I received an advanced copy of this book from Lyrical Press via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. 4.5 stars / 3 flames.

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