I love the Dresden Files, though the first two books are rather uneven and rough. It's like you're in a supercar with someone just learning how to drive 'stick'. He's uneven on accelerating and he grinds the gears because he hasn't quite mastered three pedals and the stick. By the third book though, he's getting it under control. Some time in the fourth book, you're relaxing and enjoying the fact that you are flying along in a Ferrari on the best driving road... in the world.