Bookworm

I spent my country vacation devouring words. Finally, a book in my hands.

I love the way a good book lingers. The words hold on for days. Sometimes weeks. The really good ones hold on for years, trailing along like a shadow. Words and lines pop up unbidden. Entire scenes play in my head as I groggily pass between brewing coffee and boiling oatmeal.

Glen Duncan’s books The Last Werewolf and Talulla Rising are as delicious as they are brutal, vicious, and strange. Monsters that quote Camus? Go for it.

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