Larksboro, Pennsylvania could have been a town in a children's book. Or a Chamber of Commerce pamphlet. For Rudy Vardon and Evelyn Sangellis, two former yuppies, it was the perfect antidote to New York City. Here in their rustic new home, Evelyn would write her kids' books, and Rudy would illustrate them, and they would live happily ever after...
But something dark and hideous crept through the woods of Larksboro. Something that watched from the shadows by day and peered in their windows by night. And howled by the light of a full moon. For Rudy and Evelyn had built their dreams on a house of straw. And when the big bad wolf came calling, it would do a lot worse than blow their house down...
This was very much your traditional werewolf story. The werewolf parts were deeply rooted in the standard European mythology. That said, it still made for an entertaining read. The narration was a times shockingly funny and the violence was startling at times, as well. I'm surprised that this isn't a movie, really... the story is certainly more fun than that of An American Werewolf in London!
I feel the need to clarify my four star rating. You see, this is not a well written book. POV changes without notice, which can lead to some confusion. The dialogue is often stilted. There are some horrendous racial stereotypes. I could go on. BUT... This book is SO entertaining. It's the equivalent of watching, and loving, a bad movie. Some of the choices that the author made are wonderfully outrageous. I had so much fun with this book, I had to give it four stars.
A nice little Howling or Wolfen type book from Zebra books. Yeah the one's with the crazy covers. You could do a lot worse. The author apparently only wrote this one book? A shame. It's bad, which makes it good. A little town out east is infested with werewolfs. A man and woman move in to write and illustrate children's books. What they find is a nightmare. Some of the folk lore about the wolfs were the first I ever heard of them. This one is good for a late night read.
I remember reading this in the 8th grade, and I have fond memories of it. I was raised in a very religious household, so occult horror was forbidden fruit. Cheesy dialogue, well worn horror tropes like an author writing a story about an author writing a story, and every cliche of the 80's... yuppies.