Harry Dresden is a wizard but not the Harry Potter ilk. He’s a sort-of wizard private detective in Chicago, scraping by with little business and some occasional consulting for the police. The story has a noirish atmosphere while also reminding me a lot of Janet Evanovich and Laurell K. Hamilton.
The action never stops and Harry finds himself in scrape after scrape, at one point fighting a demon while naked in the street outside his house. It went a bit overboard several times – it made me exhausted just reading it and I wanted to tuck Harry into bed to dream of a slower pace.
This is the first in the Dresden Files series. It wasn’t spectacular but I liked it. A solid 3. A friend has told me that the books become more interesting and involving around book 3. Looking forward to it.