The Sacred Book of the Werewolf by Victor Pelevin.
Just make sure to strip off the cover sleeve before your parents see it. o.O. Seriously. Whoever made the cover sleeve for the American edition of this book should...actually read what the book's about. There are sooooo many better possible cover sleves for this book...(Read the book and you'll see why.)
So, I was walking outside the English Teacher's Lounge at my school and wouldn't you know it, one of them posted up the New York Times' book review containing this book. After staring at the review quite awkwardly and attempting to figure out what on earth was going through the author's mind when he decided to pen this to paper, I knew that I needed to read this book either to show what I did NOT want the anthrofiction genre to turn into, or to be able to describe how this book was NOT related to us antrofiction writers in any way, shape, or form, (long story.)
Therefore, I decided that it was imperative that I get my hands, (paws?) on this book. I don't want to spoil too much of the book for you, like every single review of the book will, but it can be summed up in this sentence from the back cover, "What is the difference between the transformation of perception and the perception of transformation, and what does either have to do with werewolves, werefoxes, and modern marketing techniques?"
There you have it. Modern society, Werewolves, Werefoxes, and some philosophical stuff that you will understand only after reading the book.
I would highly recommend this book for anyone interested in a very alternate perspective about the lives of werewolves, or werefoxes, or anything of the sort. Be careful, though. The last 100 pages really lay it on thick if you don't know your philosophical history. And, the book may not be appropriate for children under 17. Fortunately, that only takes up a minimal portion of the book. Kind of. If you're a naturally skittish person, you might want to shy away from reading this book. It gets really,
really nasty at times. I mean, seriously. Don't tell me I didn't warn you. Because I did. Really.
And set aside one day of reading the book, then 4 days of your mind being blown. Don't tell me I didn't warn you. Again. Have fun. Or not. Maybe.
If you feel the urge to inquire of an alternate, British opinion,
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/feb/16/featuresreviews.guardianreview21