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So, the other day I finished reading The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan. On one hand, it's interesting and has lovely prose. On the other hand, it's sort of gross? Like, morally. There's a lot of gory messed up stuff there. And yet, it's sort of great to see werewolves and vampires and the like written for adults, after the recent wave of crappy YA making them into harmless vegan bunnies. If you're gonna tackle the murderous supernatural, you might as well make it disturbing, I suppose.

Also, this guy is obsessed with buttholes. Seriously, it's like butthole here, butthole there, buttholes for everyone! I don't think I'd ever seen (read? deduced from his writing?) a straight guy so into buttfucking. Huh.

My favorite character after a certain spoilery lady was an incredibly incompetent French model-turned-werewolf-hunter that always puts on mascara before he goes out hunting. He was rad.

Anyway, today I read more first than sun, more last than star by Etirabys and it is so goddamn beautiful. It's very lyrical and poignant and I want to roll on it forever. Dub-con-y though, so beware.