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335 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 2009
She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can't replace / the version of me that I hold inside/ when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you. "I like your hair," she said. (p. 157)
'CABRAJessa woke up with a start. The pale sunlight filtered through the linen curtains, casting a soft glow on the chupacabra's skin, highlighting the sick, putty-colored spine. How had it gotten into her room? No matter. The glances that had passed between them in the desert earlier that day hadn't been in vain. Jessa swooned, casting a sultry look at the chupacabra. Her chupacabra. She reached out to it, and it ripped her fucking arm off.
by Joe
THE END
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To summarize: Boy loves girl. Girl loves wolf. Possible bestiality (new edgy YA twist?)![]()
I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. "Surprise attack," I said.This book wasn't bad per se...it was just very, very, very, very, VERY heavy on the insta-love.
Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. "Surprise attack back."
"Sneaky," I said, my voice breathier than I intended.
His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.It wasn't even the totally terrible lovey-dovey levels...it was just a lot to cram into one book and 25-year-old me did get a little eye-rolly over this:
It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.Yes, believe it or not young teenagers, you can love a person for their personality.
I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.It's like...I get that Girl's been pining over Wolf for six years...but jeez louise...that's a lot of kisses.
“Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.”And let's not even get into the reason behind the werewolfism. Suffice to say that there were more holes than a fishnet.
Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.
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Not because the attention bothered me, but because every time someone remembered I was dragged from my tire swing, they remembered it could happen to anyone. And I wondered how many someones it would take before they decided to go after the wolves.
To go after my wolf.
I knew this was the real reason why I couldn’t forgive Jack for dying.
I could smell her blood, a warm, bright scent in this dead, cold world. I saw Salem jerk and tremble as he ripped at her clothing.
My stomach twisted, painful—it had been so long since I’d eaten. I wanted to push through the wolves to stand next to Salem and pretend that I couldn’t smell her humanness or hear her soft moans. She was so little underneath our wildness, the pack pressing against her, wanting to trade her life for ours.
Cool air bit my cheeks and pinched at the tops of my ears, reminding me that summer was officially over. My stocking cap was stuffed in the pocket of my coat, but I knew my wolf didn’t always recognize me when I was wearing it, so I left it off. I squinted at the edge of the yard and stepped off the deck, trying to look nonchalant as I did. The piece of beef in my hand felt cold and slick.
I crunched out across the brittle, colorless grass into the middle of the yard and stopped, momentarily dazzled by the violent pink of the sunset through the fluttering black leaves of the trees. This stark landscape was a world away from the small, warm kitchen with its comforting smells of easy survival. Where I was supposed to belong. Where I should’ve wanted to be. But the trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.
Grace was bitten by some wolves in the woods near her house when she was six. One of them supposedly saved her, and she has been in love with him ever since. Turns out, the wolf is not merely a wolf, but a werewolf. A boy in Grace’s class was murdered by the wolves, which puts them in imminent danger. Grace is overcome with a fiery need to protect them, especially her wolf, and find a way to stay with him forever.