The best slice-of-life is supposed to take the ordinary and present it in a way that makes it fantastic. After leaving the quietly wonderful world of the story, you look around to find yours is that world. A good author leads you to find the extraordinary in your own existence. Unfortunately, Seeing Spots by Andres “Cyanni” Halden doesn’t manage that.

I’ve been pretty lucky so far with furry fiction. I’ve read a number of good, and even great novels. It was only a matter of time before I got to a stinker, but I wasn’t expecting Ben Goodrige’s novel Found: One Apocalypse to be this bad. It’s the literary equivalent of dying a horrible decompression death in space.

Bridges, Kyell Gold’s newest novel is a different, experimental story that breaks new ground for the author, including, but not limited to, having to write about girl sex (gasp!).

Bad Dog Book’s Roar Volume 2 is one of those projects that almost becomes something great, but never quite gets there.

Full of intrigue, drama, tense action and (yes) sex, Kyell Gold’s latest novel continues to set the gold standard for furry erotic fiction.

Does the furry fandom have a James Bond equivalent yet? Don’t say Spy Fox, fuck that guy. I’m going to submit that Arkady Ryswife, the ferret protagonist of Kevin Frane’s newest novel The Seventh Chakra is the fandom’s official badass secret agent.

Furries versus Steampunk. Why didn’t anyone think of this before?

Lev Grossman’s book The Magicians may initially seem to be a cheap ripoff of the Harry Potter series: a young man who doesn’t quite fit in discovers he has a talent for sorcery, and is whisked out of the “real world” into a university that trains magicians. Grossman is not plagiarizing Harry Potter; he is responding to it. He is responding, as well, to Lewis’s Narnia series, and in a sense to all fantasy.

I always like to keep an eye on local authors, and when I heard that a local doctor from the University of California, San Francisco, wrote a comedy crime novel, I had to take a look. Now I hate Josh Bazell because he’s hilarious, engrossing and is a god damn doctor. No wait, I think I’m in love with him.

This year two separate annotated editions of “The Wind in the Willows”, Kenneth Grahame’s century old tale of a woodland creatures and mental illness, were published. While I’m not sure you need an annotated version, my point in bringing it up is still valid: you’ve read “The Wind in the Willows”, right?