The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan

Oh, my.
First off, since this is a blog about the appropriateness of books for teens and young readers, DO NOT PUT THIS ON YOUR CHILD'S CHRISTMAS LIST.
Or, any other list. Do not let them take it out from the library, or buy it at a garage sale. This is NOT a book for children.
Yet...
Despite the modern (read ; profane) language and the excruciatingly detailed devouring of flesh (both literal and sexual) the prose is darkly lyrical, hypnotising in it's juxtaposition of passion and ennui. This is not a skimming tale, but puts you in the trenches with our hero? Jake Marlowe.
Werewulf.
Somehow you're rooting for him, even though he's the evil. And, no, there isn't much redeeming about him except his own thoughts and self disgust. Much like the popular Twilight series, there is a lovestory in this book, but not muddled up with a cross species spectacle. It is a fairly tidy book, lengthwise (there were some rather untidy bits within) but quite readable, and not a "horror tale" to give you nightmares. I'm not a horror fan. Recommended for the adult (read- over 25...35?) reader.