It was a big day for incest yesterday with me. And not that I mean that I tracked down some closely related blood relatives to make out with, either. First it was How I Live Now and then I read Blood and Chocolate, a cautionary tale against werewolf in-breeding.

Did you ever read Bitten and find yourself wistful of their carefree lives, money, and culture? Well, meet the badside of werewolf culture. You know, the side where your teenage friend is shagging your Mum, and you Mum and someone else's mum are publicly lusting after and fighting over the same guy who is TOTALLY way too young for them.

Then the good part comes when your sixteen year old self is fated to match said young specimen who still manages to be six years older than your sixteen year old self.

I imagine their wedding will look something like this.

Not pictured: shame.

Of course werewolves aren't my favourite supernatural creatures to read about. I only really like them in Bitten and the Mercy Thompson series so perhaps my perception is unfair. I could be reading about worse mythological creatures after all...


Yeah... something like that...

The writing was pretty good and the pacing was of the story was actually pretty good. My main problem came with the ending which was a big let down for me, and the total lack of sex. Then again, I'm still angry at the dictionary for its lack of sex scenes too but at least the dictionary was only kind of a tease whereas this book keeps promising and promising and dressing up sluttily before pulling out at the last minute and claiming it has a meeting to attend.

I think I'll stay away from any blood relatives today, just in case...