Like just about everyone I know who has fallen completely and unashamedly in love with HBO’s True Blood, I was reluctant to give it a try. I even rejoiced when I didn’t much like the pilot episode. “Just give it ’til the third episode,” everyone told me.
So I gave it ’til the third episode… and then I was well and truly hooked. (To date, everyone I know—male, female, vampire-hater, you-name-it—who has given it ’til the third episode has ended up hooked.) My husband and I blew through the first season in a couple of nights, then waited with bated breath for each weekly episode of Season Two. Every couple weeks since the delicious cliffhanger of a finale he’s asked me, with a voice flattened intentionally to belie his impatience, “Hey, um, when does Season Three start?”
Little tidbits have held us over. The Minisodes offered on HBO’s Web site were supposed to satisfy our hunger but proved only to stoke our appetites. And now, after so much waiting, tonight’s the night.
I would write a preview of the third season and a recap of the second, but I’m not sure anyone could do as good a job as NPR TV Critic David Bianculli’s fantastic article and review. So go there, read or listen to his review. He’s said it better than I possibly can, and I’ll be back with my thoughts after the show, most likely in the beginning stages of withdrawal as I wait, impatiently, for the next episode.