There have been several coincidences lately. The most recent is I just found my Sarah’s Scribbles books by Sarah Andersen, then a few days later I found Fangs by them. Now that might not seem like a big deal, but I had not even thought about Andersen’s books in months (though I do have her weekly planner), and here I am getting bombarded by their wonderful work.
I have not felt well for a few days (just the “summer blues” not due to sickness), but Sarah did the job of giving me a pick me up. After all, cool “friends” do that to you don’t they? And I did not think Andersen could be any cooler, but they proved me wrong with Fangs. This quirky, funny, wonderful look at that little thing called love is a must for fans of “spooky but cute” and “funny but has a serious (somewhat) message”. It is great for fans of art that is modern, has a classic touch, but knows how to bend rules.
A quick roundup to the story: A vampire and werewolf meet in a bar. He (wolf) is a bit awkward, and I believe it is called lumbersexual. (In my day we called it basically grunge without the grungy), and she is over 300 years-old in a 20-something-year-old body vampire. They hit it off, have some wild sex, date, snuggle in the coffin (usually in vampire and wolf form), give and receive scritches behind the ears, chase squirrels, accidently set her on fire (sunlight, garlic), burn him (silver rings and werewolves do not mix) and move in together. There is fabulous humor (his last girlfriend, also a wolf, was a b*tch; her last ex sucked; yes, she knows some of the people in the cemetery, she put them there) and some tender moments, too.
Overall, this is not a book for everyone, but it is something that most people can appreciate. The story is not one that flows as a novel, but each panel is connected to the others. Things move in a logical process.