I read Deborah Harkness’ “A Discovery of Witches” way back in 2011, for the BlogHer book club. It was a pretty weird book about vampires, witches, demons (spelled “daemons,” which irrationally annoyed me) and historical documents, and I loved it.

I was excited when I learned that it was the first book in a planned trilogy, so I read the follow-up, “Shadow of Night,” as soon as it came out. I picked the final book, “The Book of Life,” up this week when I spotted it on the shelf at the library. “The Book of Life” came out in July, which is indicative of how much I enjoyed the second book. (Spoiler: Not very much.)

“The Book of Life” was a very slow-starter, but the action picked up about halfway through. Once it finally took off, I enjoyed it enough to delay making dinner and then stay up far, far too late reading it. And then today I let the kids have extra computer time so I could finish.

“The Book of Life” is a pretty weird book about vampires, witches, demons (still spelled “daemons,” which still irrationally annoys me and also there weren’t enough of them in this book), historical documents and genetics, and I mostly liked it. It was a satisfying conclusion to the trilogy, but but I found the romantic/obsessive bits wandering a little far into “Twilight” territory for my liking.