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Wolf Girls edited by Hannah Kate


Dark Tales of Teeth, Claws and Lycogyny

I've always liked the idea of female werewolves. They are usually portrayed as strong, fierce, sometimes spiritual women who break free of constraints of supposed femininity and yet are still all woman.

Elena Michaels from Kelley Armstrong’s Otherworld series is probably my favourite she-wolf from literature. From film it would be Ginger from the cult Canadian horror Ginger Snaps. This book, Wolf Girls, feature seventeen stories that are all varied in their portrayals of lycogyny. 

The definition of lycogyny is the assumption by women of the form and nature of wolves. In this book there are werewolves, more traditional wolves, wild women and animal desires; not all of which triggered by an iconic full moon. Some of the she-wolves are fully functioning members of society; mothers, friends, even a seemingly innocuous librarian! Others are savage, giving in to their primal urges. It is interesting to read how each main character deals with the individual situations they are faced with. Do you hold the beast in and cope as a human? Or should you give way to the animal inside?  

As well as the stand alone stories, there is an awesome introduction that includes a brief history of female werewolves, which I found hugely interesting and was the perfect way to precede the tales. For a unique collection of supernatural stories with a strong female focus, Wolf Girls should go straight on your reading list.


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  1. Is it OK if I use that photo? It would be really helpful.

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    1. The claw marks image belongs to the publisher I believe so you may want to check with them first

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