And so our favorite blood, gore and sex soap opera comes to an end. With it femalekind’s much needed weekly dose of Alexander Skarsgard and his signature growl. Truly a pity.
True Blood surely had its ups and downs in the last 6 years, from that Ilfrit ridiculousness and the annoying story line that is Lilith to peaks such as Anna Paquin’s Golden Globe win, stellar ratings and all of Alex’s screen time. The source material isn’t exactly the stuff of brain food, but it is perfect meat for guilty pleasure. For that, thanks to all concerned.
My most ardent wish now, Mr Bruckner, as the beloved sexy series wraps up with Season 7 next year, is that you fulfill for us Trubies what Mrs Harris unconcernedly, intentionally, cruelly did not. After surviving 6 seasons of danger climbing up her porch with just her sharp sassy wit, awesome tan and a little ball of fairy light, Sookie Stackhouse deserves Eric Northman, just as much as Eric deserves his happy forever after with her. No love lost for Bill Compton, but you cannot dole out that mind-blowing Season 4 and not give us that ending.
I expect everything is clear. Thank you.
Yours,
Hopeful
Source: True Blood on Twitter
