Just the other day as Kristen and I went to search for a book that I had turned in and accidentally left some papers in, not a moment after I had retrieved my belongings from the book had a Celtic book caught the curious eyes of my dear companion. I watched as she skimmed through it with interest when something had caught my attention, as well. On the spine of the cook read "Werewolves" which immediately made me take notice to it. 

[Werewolves are just one of my many strange passions.]

I skimmed through it, reading bits and pieces, my eyes gladly drowning within its words.

Without thinking twice, I found myself taking it to the checkout counter.

"I am definitely getting this." I said, caressing the book.

"As I am getting the Celtic book." Kristen replied.

I was far more than just simply excited to read this book, I was ecstatic, stoked, and completely overwhelmed with interest and wonderment.

The book is amazing. Apart from the fact that it talks about strange beings that once or still do terrorize earth, (werewolves being one of them, of course), it happens to have a few stories about serial killers and psychopathic maniacs whom came to believe that they were possessed with the power of a werewolf or that there were voices in their heads telling them to kill and devour human flesh. Besides that, it has some pieces talking about the making of horror movies and what-not, which, in all honesty, doesn't appeal to me quite as much as the rest of the book. 

Not a day later from whence I had gotten the book had I read up to 220 pages. I honestly wouldn't have guessed I were that far into it!! It seemed as though I were not even half way through it only to realized that I indeed was.