Sunday night we said our final good-bye to the cast of True Blood and I can’t help but think back to the previous six episodes.

Season 1 we saw Sookie and Bill fall in love. It was a sweet beginning in the midst of all hell breaking loose.


Season 2 introduces us to Jess, who Bill has turned into a vampire. She has a difficult time dealing with the fact that she’s a creature of the night. We also find out Sam is a shape shifter. There’s some weirdness with Mary Ann and Jason is hiding out at a church camp.



Season 3 Alcide shows up in all his hotness and tries to protect Sookie–something that she seems capable of doing on her own. Sookie saves Eric from dying in the sunlight.



Season 4 Andy fights his addiction to V, which is taking over his entire life. Jason and Eric disappear. Arlene is pregnant. Jesus and Lafayette take a trip to Mexico to harness a Shaman’s power.



Season 5 brings an angry werewolf pack, the authority, and Russell Edgington.



Season 6 was full of sex and nudity. Sookie brings a new being into her bed and Warlow. Sam is the new mayor and Arlene takes over the bar.


And it all ended Sunday night. It hasn’t all been good or bad, just very different. I’ve read all of the books written by Charlaine Harris, and none of them has accurately depicted the novels. I wish there were more parallels to the original story, but a few of my favorite were maintained–like the love story between Sookie and Eric. No matter what, True Blood has given us 7 years of entertainment in the form of blood, sex, and paranormal creatures. But it was definitely time to end the show.