I was hoping for a scary werewolf book, and considering this book had a dark black cover with the intimidating red werewolf on its cover, I thought it would fit the bill. It didn't. If werewolves can be sparkly, this is it. Saint Peter's Wolf depicts them as harmless beasts of nature, and they don't even need to be bitten by another werewolf, but rather come into contact with a set of werewolf fangs embedded in silver.

I also had a few frustrations while writing. The main character thinks his lady friend has either died or left him every few pages or so. She could stub her toe on a coffee table and he'd lament her death for several pages, before realizing that there she is, alive and well. The characters also have an obnoxious tendency to dance around the subject they are discussing. Two or three times a character literally said they had something incredibly important to tell the main character, but they 'just couldn't bear to tell him' and forced the reader to wait several chapters before they find out what it is, which is made all the more frustrating when you realize it is something you had pretty much guessed already anyway. It's is like you are eating lunch, halfway through a waitress comes up to you and screams "Oh my goodness stop, I have something critical to tell you!" They then leave you for half an hour, and you look at your meal and wonder what is going on. Then they come out and say 'There's a pickle on your cheeseburger!' Well...okay...thanks...

Despite all this, I still found myself mostly enjoying the novel. I'm not sure why or how, maybe it is because I just finished one of the worst books I've read in a long time, but I don't look back on this with any resentment. It wasn't well-written, but it was suitable brain candy that was good enough to not be terrible. 3 stars. ( )