For Love of Wolves

So not sure how many of you realize that I adore Wolves. It all started back in High School when a good friend of mine convinced me to read Shapechangers by Jennifer Roberson. Since then, I've always felt an odd sort of connection/fascination for wolves. I mean they seem to have such depth to them. But at the same time, this depth is so tied into their instinctual animal sense. Even Native Americans considered them to be some type of spiritual guides.

J and I fell in love online originally, so though I knew many things about him, there were many things I didn't know. I had no idea that he had the same sort of fascination with wolves until I went to his apartment and saw it littered with wolf stuff too. It just added to our sense of knowing we belonged together.

The this thing that made me feel the need to talk about wolves is the fact that the romance genre is on a paranormal kick. And I seem to be going along for the ride. Two years ago I was inhaling every decent vampire novel I could find. Now, I'm kinda over vampire novels and am all about werewolf novels. With the baby and all, I barely have time to keep up with my need for historical romances. I feel like I have NO time to focus on these new authors and that saddens me. One thing about books though, they'll always be around for me to read later.

Oh, and I guess I should mention it in this post. Z's nickname actually means wolf in Hebrew too :)