Tyger, Tyger, Burning...Hostile? Vengeful? Really Angry?

This is partly a book rec and partly a test to see if the ever-talented and patient Chairman Ann solved my persistent can't-post-myself problem.

The Tiger, by John Vaillant, is the polar (OK, excuse the animal metaphor thing-y going on here) opposite of a fluffy book. And it's not even a novel--it's a true story. Sigh.

It goes without saying that if it wasn't this month's P-Town book group selection, I'd never consider reading it but...that's what book groups are for. Making you read books you'd normally kick to the curb.

Haven't finished it yet, but it's surprisingly an easy and interesting read. Picture a mystery where the bad guy is a Siberian tiger with the vengeful memory of an elephant. The victim is a deep-woods poacher with bad judgment. The detective is the head of the terretorial animal preservation agency with really laudable instincts and an appreciation of the true natures of both beasts and poachers. Wtih a flexible moral code.

Plus, it's only 300 pages long. Almost as long as my customary review, so, Chairman Ann, I'm going to aim this time for brevity. I think it's worth a read.