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A review by pinxsol
Wolfsong by TJ Klune
5.0
I didn't realize how much I was pining after Supernatural (the show) until I read the first pages of this.
This book was the last chance that I was giving the author before I completely gave up on his work (love the ideas, don't enjoy the writing style), and gotta say... I was ordering book 2 in the series before I hit 100 pages. It feels very different from his other books, more explicit, less of a fairy tale that the cerulean sea and the whispering door were.
I don't usually enjoy the author's humour, but this one just hit. There was the giggling behind my hand, the kicking of feet, the witch-closing-the-cellar-door laugh, even ridiculous exclamations that I'm a bit embarrassed to admit to.
This, too, is way less of a psychologist appointment than the other books from the author (though you can never quite escape the occasional mental health talk. Which isn't a bad thing, just not something that I usually seek in my books). I am loving the gruff mechanic types blindly stumbling through feelings, oh god, please give me more of them.
I am going to bestow upon this book the highest rating I could ever give, which is: a-supernatural-AU-fanfic out of 10. Let it be known that this book is just as masterfully written as Dean Winchester discovering his repressed sexuality whilst working in a tattoo parlor.
This book was the last chance that I was giving the author before I completely gave up on his work (love the ideas, don't enjoy the writing style), and gotta say... I was ordering book 2 in the series before I hit 100 pages. It feels very different from his other books, more explicit, less of a fairy tale that the cerulean sea and the whispering door were.
I don't usually enjoy the author's humour, but this one just hit. There was the giggling behind my hand, the kicking of feet, the witch-closing-the-cellar-door laugh, even ridiculous exclamations that I'm a bit embarrassed to admit to.
This, too, is way less of a psychologist appointment than the other books from the author (though you can never quite escape the occasional mental health talk. Which isn't a bad thing, just not something that I usually seek in my books). I am loving the gruff mechanic types blindly stumbling through feelings, oh god, please give me more of them.
I am going to bestow upon this book the highest rating I could ever give, which is: a-supernatural-AU-fanfic out of 10. Let it be known that this book is just as masterfully written as Dean Winchester discovering his repressed sexuality whilst working in a tattoo parlor.