Proof that Canada must be growing the good goddamned hash up there, because goddamn. This book. I have two words for you. The first is bear.
The second is cunnilingus.
And this won literary awards.
POC shifters, an unexpected baby, domineering families, and an unconventional heroine and hero make for a smart, funny read in an intriguing world where magic and the supernatural live side by side with humanity as part of everyday life.
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(This has now ended and the files are no longer available, though the message still stands. I may do this again in 2016, so keep an eye out for the next time. Thanks to everyone[…]
I have just about hit my break point. Y’all know I talk about POC and LGBTQIA issues. Constantly. Recently even more so because it’s become important to me to be able to speak. To be myself. To[…]
