The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan, published by Knopf
There have been so many good, er, great reviews about this book that I don’t feel the need to really write one of my own other than to say. Wow. Just. wow. But if you want to see one of those amazing reviews look no further than The Book Lady’s Blog.
The memoir of the last werewolf is the premise of this tale. It’s told from that perspective and as soon as you read the first sentence, you are hooked. And for those book lovers such as myself, there is a myriad of literary references throughout. I think I added four different books to my TBR list from this book alone. One of them is a book of poetry and I never read poetry.
I’d heard someone describe this as deliciously filthy and I’ll even go one better as to say that the writing was so good, so melodious, in the telling of the story, that you don’t even notice the filthy parts as being filthy. They clearly are supposed to be where they are and it makes perfect sense to read even the “c” word throughout the text.
This book, like Cutting for Stone, kept me guessing as to what the hell was going to happen next, but also, had me inside the mind of Jacob (our werewolf).
Just stop what you are doing right now and go get this book. I’ll wait right here so we can discuss afterward.
GO!
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