The Wolfman By Nicholas Pekearo

Last night I picked up a book titled "The Wolfman" by Nicholas Pekearo at Albertsons and read it at work.  I have to say that it was a pretty exciting read. There is also a sad story behind the book Pekearo wrote this particular story and was then shot shortly afterwards working as a volunteer police officer in New York.  He had originally intended this book to be the first in a series which sadly will never see the light of day.  The book still stands on its own rather well despite the tragic story behind its authors' death.  While I was skeptical for the first forty pages or so after that the author really seemed to get into a groove and some of his lines really shine.  I found myself laughing at the sardonic main character and his witty comments and horribly foul mouth.  One thing that struck me however is that the writers youthfulness rubbed off on his character making him seem more like a twenty something than a forty year old vet. This and a few unclear or slightly rediculous passages (like the first sentance) take a little bit of wind out of the sails but not much, I found myself to be riveted at certain points and dying to find out what happens next.  Unfortunately we will never know what happens the the Marlow Higgins after he leaves town at the end of the book beacause some sick bastard took it upon himself to open fire on the young author before his book even hit shelves, cutting short what could have been an illustrious career in horror fiction given just a little more experience and practice under Pekearo's belt.  As an added bonus at the end of the book is an essay written by Pekearo about why he became a volunteer cop and why it is important to him, which I found to be soul-crushingly sad, but in a beautiful kind of way.  Definitely run out to the local bookshelf and fork out the 8 bucks for this book ASAP.