
Books 2 Eat
The Edible Books Festival pays homage to Brillat-Savarin. Now you can have your cake and read it too!
Taken from Nag on the Lake
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This 2003 novel by Sparkle Hayter is a werewolf romance, a genre I'm not usually drawn to but, hey, this is Sparkle Hayter and that girl always makes me laugh. The stories of Annie Engel, legal secretary/ werewolf, Sam Deverell, aging reporter/cuckold, Dr. Marco Potenza, werewolf/werewolf tamer, Jim, a werewolf falsely accused of a murder/ Annie's love interest and the lovesick mayor of New York, are skillfully intertwined. It all unfolds in New York's seamy underbelly, in its tunnels and on its rooftops. The werewolves are sympathetic characters who rip out the throats of egregiously corrupt scumbags, ridding the world of human waste, as it were. It's funny, not howlingly funny, but Hayter's humourous turns of phrase always leave me wishing I could write like that. Naked Brunch is a book I'd like to read on an airplane but I couldn't wait two weeks to sink my teeth into it.
I wonder: do others have favorite signature passages in books they love — a sentence or two that seem to convey the essence of a complex, beautiful work?


What Brussels lacks in Shakespeare, Joyce or Pope, it makes up in floppy-eared dogs, mustachioed Vikings, shadow chasing cowboys, an adventurous boy with an easily excitable sailor sidekick and, well lots of little blue Smurfs.