So, way back I started my reading career (heh) with Urban Fantasy. I devoured them, until I started to see a pattern. I don't mind all kinds of crazy creatures and magic and underworlds and stuff. What increasingly annoyed me more and more was that the intrepid heroine became locked in love-triangles between chest thumping Alpha werewolves and devilishly handsome Vampires. When I found myself shouting at the books: Fuck you, make a choice already, I simply quit the genre.
So the other day I found my old Kobo account, and logged in just for the hell of it, and I found the first two Garoul books there. I started reading Goldenseal (with that god-awful Windows 8 reading app) and while I wasn't really taken with Leone, I immediatly followed up with Ambereye, and hey, werewolves were fun again.
After reading Indigo Moon, I thought: this is what werewolves are about. Cool, caring creatures, innatly bound to nature. No chest thumping and complicated boring pack politics. Just ordinary people who have a gift and are so proud of it. And fiercly loyal to whoever catches their fancy and do whatever it takes to win them over, all in a good way. I loved this one and it had Hope in it, who I very much adored in Ambereye.
I won't bore you with the details on this story; just read it. I think that you if you are reading a story that is a bit predictable and has some minor plotholes and you can't wait to see how it finishes, it's a good book.
Well, not really plotholes. The only thing that had me wondering was that the werewolves can smell something a mile away, yet repeatedly manage to snuck up to other werewolves or are completely ignorant of other wolves nearby, when the story calls for it. But in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't really matter.