Werewolves Out in the World, Part XVII

Is seventeen a prime number? I can’t think of anything that divides happily into it, anyway. Well, except the sixteen before:

I II III IV V VI VII VIII

IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI

And let’s start this time with a couple snapshots in words of Mongrels:

 

And here’s the yellow book in my kind-of homeland of Lubbock, Texas. Cool to be up there still with Keene and Hill and Hendrix:

 

And, wow, thank you, John:

 

 

Happy to come in behind Bird Box:

 

 

Happy too for the library bar codes—cool for Mongrels to be circulating:

 

 

Thanks, Rich:

 

 

And, wow, man, a dead man’s hand of books, sort of:

 

 

 

Y’all all read Molly, right? Right:

 

 

Here‘s a link to what she’d tuned into.

And, wow, what an honor:

 

 

Thanks for the write-up, Matt:

 

 

And a cool write-up it was, thanks:

 

 

Another father-daughter read? So, so cool. And, Monica Drake: also so, so cool—very good writer, and, near as I know her, a pretty good human, too:

 

 

 

It is all we’ve got:

 

 

Was cool, doing an interview where I couldn’t answer in/with a paragraph. Had to scrunch everything down, like. That should always be the case:

 

 

And here’s a rare pic I snapped, of the last signed copy (Boulder Bookstore the other night—I forget what I was picking up, but something wonderful and perfect, surely):

 

 

And, thanks, Dan Wickett:

 

 

Love having the yellow book sneak into the classroom:

 

 

Thanks. I’d forgotten this, I think:

 

 

And, after much twittering back and forth mongst the rabble (including mineself [I talk like 80s Thor in the mornings, often), it turns out that, no, these aren’t mass-produced. But they are so, so, so cool:

 

 

And, dude, I’ve got these exact glasses:

 

 

More classroom werewolves! Wonderful cool thank you!

 

And, whoah, wow, excellent. More like this, always:

 

 

Also, of course, more like this was well: