I just finished tearing through The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan.

It was a few hairs under 300 pages of bloody, sexy, violent, very human, awesomeness.

This is probably the best literary horror I’ve read. It’s smart, rich with humanity—even though the humanity is mostly barely smoldering in the existentially tortured Werewolf, Jake—and very funny.

Favorite line:

Reader, I ate him.

Awesome line. Awesome book.