Thursday, 24 November 2011

The Last Werewolf

Spending half my life on planes and trains, I'm desperate for new books that will hold my febrile and limitless imagination. This is one that has managed that feat:


Sounds cheesy, doesn't it, all sub-Buffy, post-Twilight teenage angst? But that would be wrong: this is a very, very grown-up book, all world-weary cynicism and bawdy reflections. Thrilling, in fact. Recommended.

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