I just finished a book called “Lone Wolf,” by Jodi Picoult.
I skimmed the back and concluded that this book was about a lonely man.
Aww! That sounds sweet, doesn't it?
"To evict a wolf from a pack, you use natural suppression and intimidation...."
Hey! That's not about a little ol' lonely man.
"At first I didn't know if the young female wolf was testing me.... So I lifted the deer leg to my mouth and started to eat. How did the raw meat taste? Like the finest filet."
Aw, MAN.
How was I supposed to know that “Lone Wolf” would be about WOLVES? *hand hitting forehead*
While I appreciate wolves as much as the next guy, it was like thinking you have a Coke and taking a swig of sweet tea.
So, if you’re interested in getting this book, BE FOREWARNED...
“Lone Wolf” is about WOLVES. I know it’s a stretch, but really, it is.