I just finished Fenrir by M.D. Lachlan, and my mind feels well and utterly fucked. Because dear Odin & Loki, you're sick and twisted and I love you for that. I was also pleasantly surprised by the runic balls of the female lead. But I still don't understand how a book can be so exciting and unputdownable when the main plot is an exact re-run of the ( Read more... )

There are times when I could and most likely should keep my mouth shut; I feel sorry for my speech communication teacher already. But at least I'm not trolling her with my plan A (dog whispering) or plan B (survival skills) but with plan C which includes putting together a study module of "Nonverbal Animal Communication for Humans 101" (yes, it's a ( Read more... )