This is where the story died, methinks. I wish I could write myself into so that I could kill Anita. She has become one of the worst characters I've ever read.
I loved her in the first couple of books (what kind of woman doesn't like a bad-ass chick?) But now she just annoys me with all of her whining.
Another thing Hamilton tends to do is create mountains out of molehills... Why? To create filler. This ENTIRE freaking book was filler... Of course how many people would sit down to read 'Anita chooses Jean-Claude, sleeps with him, Richard eats Marcus'... That's what she took 368 pages to write.
ARGH! And I know I'll keep reading them to see how much worse they can get... *headdesk*