True Blood review: Turn, Turn, Turn

Oh, "True Blood." No matter how crazy, insane, ridiculous, or bizarre you get, I still love you.

I've completely detached the HBO series from the Charlaine Harris novels now, because I knew the show would veer off in vastly different directions from the books. The season premiere last night proved it.
Spoilers ahead.
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I was a telepathic porcelain doll on a quantum shelf in another life in another world.

When I was six years old, my mother bought a beautiful antique doll with thick wavy red hair, deep blue eyes, and a penetrating stare. Mom and I sat at in our tiny Brooklyn, apartment at our big kitchen table, wondering what to name the doll. After several long minutes of pure silence, I looked my mother in the eye, smiled, and said, "Why don't we name her Mary Ann?" My mother turned white and stared at me with a mixed expression of awe, disbelief, and excitement. "Annie," she said quietly, using my nickname, "how did you come up with that name?" I shrugged and said in my squeaky child voice, "I don't know, it just came to me, like it floated in my head." My mother, the skeptic atheist skeptic, composed herself and said, "Because I was thinking that exact name just before you said it out loud." I smiled very widely and said, "Oh, then I read your mind, Mommy! Isn't that fun?"
Nearly a decade later, my mother said that in the 1960s and 1970s, during the height of the New Age movements of those eras, she wished for a daughter with ESP so they could communicate telepathically. Close enough?
Also, this is probably nothing but coincidence, but when I was fifteen, my mother started painting an adult woman with wavy red hair and felt that it might be me, so she began dying my wavy chestnut hair various shades of auburn and dark red until I went to college. Before I was born, she and my father had assumed I would inherit her deep gray-blue eyes. I did inherit the penetrating stare, though.
Anyway, Mary Ann still lives at my parents' house, now in the Hamptons, surrounded by other old dolls, one of which looks exactly like me as a child, who is of course named Annie.
My mother has occasionally admitted to sensing things outside reality, and my father has long been a known psychic, although they both suppressed those skills decades ago. There may be a reason I don't buy antique dolls when I go to thrift stores. It's the eyes. We know each other too well.

Untitled (The Story of The One Who Walked Between The Worlds)

Part One: (and also this story is mostly stream of consciousness and probably will not make sense...)
"In an alien dimension, a thousand years in the future, I lived near a palace. My name was Annalira Lotus Rose Fox. My two middle names came about because after my birth, our ponds and gardens grew multi-colored lotus flowers and multi-colored wild roses when it should have been impossible.
My family was full of shapeshifters; the favored creatures were foxes and cats, falcons and owls, and so the family names reflected all of that. My parents were Foxes, and I should have been as well. I was the odd one out because I couldn't change shape, but parts of me could change in other, weird ways. My eyes changed between coffee and honey and periwinkle, my hair changed between dark chestnut and golden auburn and raven black, my skin changed between snow white and warm ivory and light bronze. Usually none of these color shifts matched and there were always bizarre shifts and combinations. I always wore cosmetics because I saw too many problems, always wanting to conceal blemishes and brighten colors. I became very skilled at mixing oils, creams, and skin potions for my siblings and cousins and friends, because I needed to for myself. I looked very young even as I approached adulthood, and one of my best friends decided that I would never look old. I laughed nervously every time she said that. She thought I was the most beautiful woman she knew, and I let her think that because beauty is always subjective. Her brother hinted that she was in love with me. One day I will tell her that I always knew and that I love her too. One day, I will learn telekinesis from her, because that is her biggest talent, and that day might be our first date. I will probably marry a man one day but I will probably marry her too.
I was the smallest and shortest one in my entire family. They nicknamed me Little Bright Fox, and said that while my voice was soft it carried for miles. My aura was giant, they said. When I played with magic, I could make my energies visible in a way nobody else could. Those energies were extremely shiny and multicolored, which was uncommon.
I didn't have any specific talent the way most people in my country had. I had several small skills that I often blundered through. I was a born storyteller and artist, a psychic sensitive and an empath in many ways. My parents sheltered me too much. My birth was upsetting and I nearly died several times. An Owl uncle and a Cat aunt both said that I was too close to the Veil Beyond and to other realms, that entities beyond the veil could sense me as much as I could sense them. I grew up with physical and neurological pains that the best medicine couldn't heal, neither technology nor sorcery. My family made sure I had the best they could offer, but the Owls and the Cats kept predicting hard and intense life roads for me. They gave me medicines for the brain seizures and the mental imbalances, for the muscle spasms, the body fatigues, the nerve damages. I would be lame and weak, delicate and fragile for the rest of my life, but the Falcons predicted that on the inside I would become steel and diamond, supernova and volcano.
When one of my Falcon cousins discovered that I was able to cross dimensions without suffering the usual side effects, she was unable to keep it a secret, and the royal family asked me to work for them. After reviewing my medical disabilities, they set up a special financial and benefits account for me so I would be protected during my interdimensional travels. Walking into the Between never damaged me in any way; the Queen and the royal doctors assumed it was because I had been born partially gripping the Veil Beyond in my psychic hands. All of my Walks in the Between actually felt good, energizing and electrifying in powerful ways. It was how I discovered some of my stronger hidden talents. By the time I had finished an unheard of dozen Walks in the Between without any negative effects, my name had spread across the country, for both good and ill..."