I have opted to wait until this series’ true end to write about it.  Why?  Despite the criticisms over the last few seasons (and I include myself in that), I love this show, Charlaine Harris’ series of books on which it’s based on, and I can’t imagine Sundays without it.  It’s been a part of of our Sunday ritual for seven years and the void will be felt perhaps more than the void left by the books (despite the books being better).  Onto critiquing the series finale…

I loved Granny Stackhouse’s cameo reminding Sookie to never limit herself.  I enjoyed Sookie’s disdain of Jason’s preference for instant coffee.  Hoyt and Jessica’s wedding was a sweet and cheesy touch that took way too long (Jason’s was sweet and to the point).  Bill’s end was poorly chosen and pathetic.  And is it me or did Sookie’s baby daddy kinda look like Stephen Moyer from the back???  And Eric and Pam…sure, I guess, whatever…I wasn’t a fan of that story line ending either or Sam’s.  I had hoped that Sookie, who I love because she’s a bad-ass, would have an equally empowering final screen shot other than her pouring lemonade.

Well…good night sweet Bon Temps…you gave us many years of debauchery, romance, and fang-banging.  Really a stake through Bill? Really?!  Well, at least there was LaFayette’s sound ending.  Good night.