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Aigh. If Harry Dresden whines even once more about how being touched by a woman in the most trivial capacity is SOOOOO NIIIIICE and how it's been SOOOO LOOOOONG, I'm going to mail Jim Butcher a goddamn fleshlight.
(yes, I know Harry eventually gets a girlfriend and can presumably be brushed against by a female without having a million little sadgasms. That does not excuse how much we're expected to feel his terrible gentlemanly pain beforehand.)
Further recurring themes that grow stale: everyone's height being described in relation to six feet. ("almost six feet" "a little over six feet" "a head shorter than ________, who was six feet", etc etc etc.) Man = force, woman = finesse. Charity's warhammer is not enough to get yourself out of this rut, Jim, we're going to need a guy who's a magical wuss and makes up for it with cleverness.
Summation: books still fun, Jim Butcher's issues/favorite narrative crutches being thrown into increasingly sharp relief. Still making Titania dress.
(yes, I know Harry eventually gets a girlfriend and can presumably be brushed against by a female without having a million little sadgasms. That does not excuse how much we're expected to feel his terrible gentlemanly pain beforehand.)
Further recurring themes that grow stale: everyone's height being described in relation to six feet. ("almost six feet" "a little over six feet" "a head shorter than ________, who was six feet", etc etc etc.) Man = force, woman = finesse. Charity's warhammer is not enough to get yourself out of this rut, Jim, we're going to need a guy who's a magical wuss and makes up for it with cleverness.
Summation: books still fun, Jim Butcher's issues/favorite narrative crutches being thrown into increasingly sharp relief. Still making Titania dress.