Werewolves Out in the World, Part XXV
Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .
I plan on never getting tired of using that transition.
Anyway, before getting to all the many and perfect and wonderful pics and words about the yellow book, here’s all-what came before:
This bounced to me through one of my brothers, who has a friend, who—get this—goes to Milwaukee sometimes, and sees cool stuff like:
While other friends of (my) friends are often cruising the Union Square B&N:
And, Cutter’s new one is high, high, HIGH on my must-read list. I so dug The Troop and The Deep (and am so happy he’s not following the Bentley Little titling dictum):
Yes yes yes! I mean, my goal, most books, it’s to disturb a person’s sleep. But not this time around:
Proud to be on Paul’s shelves. And, as you can see, the discussion deteriorated quite quickly. Nay, immediately:
Yes. Yes yes yes (about Near Dark, I mean):
Also? Let’s do them tomorrow, and forevermore:
I guess this is a one-word title, yeah. Wonder how many of those I’ve done. My guess? Not many.
And this is me, at BookBar, snapping a pic, trying to get all the glare I can:
A more steady pic from BookBar:
Too? I figure Laird’s winning all the short story collection awards this year. As he always should. I can’t seem to recall what interview this is, either, or I’d link it here:
Here’s hoping TheLibrarian finished one or all and more:
Yep. This is a thing I’m doing, this summer:
Oh, this is three different kinds of cool, and all at once:
And I’m always so head over heels for Mongrels pics that involve dogs:
Oh, hey! TheLibrarian DID finish. Thank you thank you:
This is a certain un-named party perhaps manipulating the facing outness of the yellow book up in the northeast. Also, cool—right close to Adam:
This feels like an action shot, somehow:
And? As I understand, this is just a few of the students at this school digging into the yellow book. Evidently there’s eighty more:
I think that werewolf there is coughing that speech balloon out. Which is pretty excellent:
I can’t look at this too long:
Back to Litsy, for that giveaway:
And . . . back to Texas:
This one I shot yesterday, at B&N here in Boulder. See how there’s no book to the right? That’s because the wolf is guarding that space:
And, that’s—yes—twenty-five of these. Somehow. Magically. Amazingly.
I bet before the day’s over, more are stacking up, too.
Thanks, everybody. So glad the yellow book’s finding its people.