I actually read several of these books years and years ago, but couldn't remember anything about them. My dad loves them though, so I thought I'd give the series another go. It was alright. Unfortunately, everything I didn't like about it was the protagonist. Particularly his relationships with the women around him - all of whom are knockouts, and all of whom he angsts over because he hurts, betrays, or otherwise browbeats them (but he hates it! he's a nice guy! he only does it because he has to, it's for the plot). 

I am thoroughly unsurprised that he's got no mates. I remember now why I always low-key expect urban fantasy protagonists to be thoroughly friendless, and a lot of that's down to Harry Dresden. Which is a bit of a shame because I like the rest of it well enough, and I have vague recollections of Karrin Murphy and how she was my favourite, so I'm looking forward to reading more from her, and although I don't recall ever really liking Dresden himself, perhaps he's suffering from first book syndrome here a bit.