The Last Werewolf

“Reader, I ate him.” If you think that, in the age of True Blood and Twilight, there are no compelling new stories to tell about the inner lives of monsters, Glen Duncan’s arresting new novel is welcome evidence to the contrary. Two hundred years old, his werewolf protagonist is brash, funny, eloquent, sexy, and very, very hungry. For those who like their beach reading with brains, literary panache–and a little bit of blood.

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