The place, the rugged coast of northern California. A bluff high above the Pacific. A grand mansion full of beauty and tantalizing history set against a towering redwood forest. A young reporter on assignment from the San Francisco Observer. . . an older woman, welcoming him into her magnificent, historic family home that he has been sent to write about and that she must sell with some urgency . . . A chance encounter between two unlikely people . . . an idyllic night—shattered by horrific unimaginable violence. . .The young man inexplicably attacked—bitten—by a beast he cannot see in the rural darkness . . . A violent episode that sets in motion a terrifying yet seductive transformation as the young man, caught between ecstasy and horror, between embracing who he is evolving into and fearing who—what—he will become, soon experiences the thrill of the wolf gift. As he resists the paradoxical pleasure and enthrallment of his wolfen savagery and delights in the power and (surprising) capacity for good, he is caught up in a strange and dangerous rescue and is desperately hunted as “the Man Wolf,” by authorities, the media and scientists (evidence of DNA threaten to reveal his dual existence). . . As a new and profound love enfolds him, questions emerge that propel him deeper into his mysterious new world: questions of why and how he has been given this gift; of its true nature and the curious but satisfying pull towards goodness; of the profound realization that there are others like him who may be watching—guardian creatures who have existed throughout time and may possess ancient secrets and alchemical knowledge and throughout it all, the search for salvation for a soul tormented by a new realm of temptations, and the fraught, exhilarating journey, still to come, of being and becoming, fully, both wolf and man. (From Goodreads)
Jeebus what a long synopsis. Apologies my dears!
Let’s go back in time shall we? enter my wanna be time machine, in the shape of a Tardis, but made out of cardboard and lots of duct tape! *wooooooosh* look at lil ol me at the tender age of 17 reading Anne Rice and falling in love with Lestat and his crew. I will never get rid of my beat up copy of The Vampire Lestat. These novels made me love vampires even more. When I migrated to The Mayfair Witches. Sure I liked them too. Not as much as Lestat, Armand, Pandora and Marius. (Don’t ask me about whiny Louis please).
*Back to present time where I’m nowhere near the 17 year old. Grew older but not necessarily wiser…*
So when she had to take a hiatus and then came back to write books about Jesus, not my style but okay. Respect to you Miss Rice.
Then she came back to write about Werewolves. I did a backflip with a triple twist because she’s back to writing about supernatural paranormal beings and maybe. Just maybe Lestat will have some sort of cameo role and I can say smile and hug the book
**Before we begin, possible spoilers here. You’ve been warned**
Nope. Just nope. What the heck was I thinking. Oh my did life mock me. As I progressed further into the book at first, I thought hey! This is not bad. Reuben of course, could be worked on…maybe with a couple of bats to the face, groin…maybe hear a bone crack or two for his incessant stupidity but hey! We don’t really have to like our main characters do we? I mean come on! It’s werewolves! They’re the rivals to vampires! They’re almost the second best thing when it comes to reading about supernatural beings!
Life continues to mock me as I turn the pages. My darling girl, you never learn do you? But please keep reading because your blind faith and love for one of your favorite authors is keeping you going. Perhaps you think there’s going to be a sudden twist and everything is alright with the world right?
Despite the fact that I didn’t mind Reuben became this werewolf vigilante and there were others who were just as interesting. The plot itself wasn’t so bad. The pages kept turning. Progress was made. Descriptions of scenery and the setting was excellent enough that a clear picture could be done and makes the reading experience better. So what bothers me the most about this?
Werewolves and humans interbreeding….with the werewolf still in wolf form.
No. JUST. NO. WHY.
As I continued reading and when these parts start popping up in the book I started to cringe. I started to develop this horrible taste in my mouth and suddenly the descriptions cannot be unseen in the mind and I had to put the book down and immerse my brain into something Disney related so I can erase those awful pictures in my head. Not my kind of thing. I should have stopped then and there but my loyalty to Miss Rice got the best of me and I continued.
And it ends with a possible sequel.
I’m sorry I just can’t. I tried. I’m going to stick with the vampires. Reuben isn’t likable, the incessant poetry of having this “wolf gift” just doesn’t quite cut it and isn’t quite the same as what I thought it would be in past novels. I’m skipping the next book and getting the next Lestat book instead. The scenes between human and werewolf just ruined it for me.
I don’t recommend this one. It’s not my thing. I really tried. At least I can say I read it. Albeit, a painful read.
I give it a 2 out of 10.