Saturday, August 7, 2010

True Blood Spoiler : Holly Cleary , witches and the Jesus connection !!!

* We meet Holly first at the beginning of bk 2 right when Lafayette's body is discovered in Andy's car in Merlotte's parking lot.

** I would note that Holly's grandmother once lived in the Renard Parish Nursing Home !!!  This ties her to the TB character we now know as Jesus ( who is Lafayette's Mom's nurse in the nursing home) - so we can assume that they know each other and confirms that he may also be a witch.
*** I wonder if Summer might be the Dainielle character and be HS friends with Holly and Hoyt ?

Living Dead in Dallas

Danielle Gray and Holly Cleary, the two waitresses on the morning shift, came through the back door laughing. Both divorced women in their mid-twenties, Danielle and Holly were lifelong friends who seemed to be quite happy working their jobs as long as they were together. Holly had a five-year-old son who was at kindergarten, and Danielle had a seven-year-old daughter and a boy too young for school,who stayed with Danielle's mother while Danielle was at Merlotte's. I would never be any closer to the two women—who, after all, were around my age—because they were careful to be sufficient unto themselves.

Holly had short blond hair that hung around her face like wilted daisy petals, and the prettiest skin I'd ever seen. "

"Andy let a black queer sleep in his car?" This was Holly, who was the blunt straightforward one.

Then on to book 4 when Jason has disappeared,  it's Tara who helps Sookie find a witch and her first visit with and discussion with Holly "Dead to the World" pg 50

You don't know any witches, do you?" I asked, trying to change the subject before
Tara could read my misgivings."Holly can explain it better than I can," Tara said.
"Holly. The Holly who works with me?"

Holly Cleary lived. I thought I remembered her complaining about the closet size in her apartment, and that meant the Kingfisher Arms.
When I got to the U-shaped building on the southern approach to Bon Temps, I checked the mailboxes to discover Holly's apartment number. She was on the ground floor, in number 4. Holly had a five-year-old son, Cody. Holly and her best friend, Danielle Gray, had both gotten married right out of high school, and both had been divorced within five years. Danielle's mom was a great help to Danielle, but Holly was not so lucky. Her long-divorced parents had both moved away, and her grandmother had died in the Alzheimer's wing of the Renard Parish nursing home. Holly had dated Detective Andy Bellefleur for a few months, but nothing had come of it. Rumor had it that old Caroline Bellefleur, Andy's grandmother, had thought Holly wasn't "good" enough for Andy. I had no opinion on that.
Neither Holly nor Andy was on my shortlist of favorite people, though I definitely felt cooler toward Andy. When Holly answered her door, I realized all of a sudden how much she'd changed over the past few weeks. For years, her hair had been dyed a dandelion yellow. Now it was matte black and spiked. Her ears had four piercings apiece. And I noticed her hipbones pushing at the thin denim of her aged jeans

"You're a witch?" I said, embarrassed at using such a dramatic word.
"I'm more of a Wiccan."
"Would you mind explaining the difference?" I met her eyes briefly, and then decided to focus on the dried flowers in the basket on top of the television. Holly thought I could read her mind only if I was looking into her eyes. (Like physical touching, eye contact does make the reading easier, but it certainly isn't necessary.)
"You draw from a power that most people never tap into. Being a witch isn't being wicked, or at least it isn't supposed to be. If you're a Wiccan, you follow a religion, a pagan religion. We follow the ways of the Mother, and we have our own calendar of holy days. You can be both a Wiccan and a witch; or more one, or more the other. It's very individualized. I practice a little witchcraft, but I'm more interested in the Wiccan life. We believe that your actions are okay if you don't hurt anyone else."
Oddly, my first feeling was one of embarrassment, when I heard Holly tell me that she was a
non-Christian. I'd never met anyone who didn't at least pretend to be a Christian or who didn't give lip service to the basic Christian precepts. I was pretty sure there was a synagogue in Shreveport, but I'd never even met a Jew, to the best of my knowledge. I was certainly on a learning curve.
"I understand. Do you know lots of witches?"
"I know a few." Holly nodded repeatedly, still avoiding my eyes.
I spotted an old computer on the rickety table in the corner. "Do you have, like, a chat room online, or a bulletin board, or something?" "Oh, sure."

So let's look at what we learn from TB Sunday night and examine more about Holly later.