The Mercy Thompson Series by Patricia Briggs.

The Mercy Thompson books are an urban fantasy series set in Washington State, specifically in the Tri Cities area of Washington state. Since this series is five books long and growing, I'm not going to do a series of entries dedicated to each book. I'll hit on some minor plot points here and described the characters.
It was a little weird for me to start reading this... I'm usually not a fan of "This Kind" of book. I don't read Laurell K. Hamilton (though I have in the past) and I haven't even finished the Sookie Stackhouse books of TrueBlood fame. I don't like chick lit or supernatural romance or lots of gore and sex. I actually rarely read anything that describes much sex at all, if you're gonna be picky. But this series is different. I can relate to the characters more and I really like the way the first couple are written. I've had issues with the second to last book, Bone Crossed, because it struck me as a the most chick lit-y of the series, but Silver Borne made up for it, in my eyes. This series isn't about showing off how well-versed in literature I am or anything but just enjoying a well-crafted storyline and characters you can really get care about, as much as you can for fictional characters. And for me... that's a lot. The names of the books in order are:
Moon Called
Blood Bound
Iron Kissed
Bone Crossed
Silver Borne

Mercedes Thompson, known as Mercy, went to college to study history and literature. Natrually, she's now a Volkswagon mechanic with her own shop. She's sarcastic, kind, fair, logical, open-minded, snarky, poised, responsible and a score of other adjectives that sound like lip service when you make a list like this. She's also a Native American shapeshifter, meaning she can turn into a coyote at will. This kind of shapeshifter is known as a Walker, and differs from werewolves in several important ways: her transformation is painless, voluntary and is not affected by the moon's cycle. She's also presumably not sterile, which is how she catches the eye of Samuel, one of the sons of  Bran, the leader of the North American werewolves. Mercy was raised by werewolves when her mother, who gave birth at the age of sixteen, came home to find a coyote pup in her daughter's crib. Bran agreed to take in her and raise her, giving her protection under the name of The Marrok, which is his title as leader. It's taken from the name of one of King Arthur's knights who was apparently a werewolf. As of the first novel, the werewolves have not yet come forward and revealed their existence although it isn't too far into the series before they feel the need to take that step, as the Fae did before them.

You see, in Mercy's world, the supernatural is fairly commonplace, even if it's not widely accepted. The Fae population of the world came out of hiding sometime in the not-so-distant past, a decision made by the Gray Lords (a sort of Fae ruling class). The term fae is a broad one used to describe a variety of pleasant and unpleasant supernatural creatures of myth, legend and fairy tale that are European in origin--everything from selkies, brownies and actual fairies to ogres, child-eating monsters and  other uncomfortably powerful creatures. It was deemed that the Time of Hiding was at an end when it appeared that the science of DNA and forensics threatened to reveal the supernatural creatures in hiding, whether they wanted to be revealed or not. Mercy actually purchased her garage from Ziebold Adelbertsmiter, known as Zee, a kind of fae known as a metalzauber or metalsmith because he knew that it would be impossible to continue running it once he was revealed to be fae. He's also fairly famous in the myth sense and one of the few fae that can stand iron.
 Most of the fae were driven from Europe by a combination of newly forged iron and in the wake of Christianity. They moved to the new world to escape, slaughtered a whole host of indigenous supernatural creatures on this continent and then iron and Christianity followed them over here anyway.

Since purchasing the garage, Mercy fixes a number of cars free of charge for the local vampire seethe, as she can't afford to pay them the protection fees they usually receive. It's sort of like paying the mob, because what they protect you from is mostly themselves; incidently, the vampires also haven't come out of hiding... there's really no way to put a positive spin on the fact that they drink human blood. Her contact within in the seethe is Stefan, a very pleasant, honorable, chivalrious vampire who almost painted his van black because of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He ended up painting it to match The Mystery Machine because "even the Slayer is no match for Scooby-Doo." He reports directly to the Mistress of the Seethe, Marsilia, who has it in for Mercy for a variety of reasons. (SPOILER ALERT: the vampires are a big part of the reason Mercy is one of or possibly the only remaining Walker left in the United States.)

At the start of the story, Mercy was living a quiet unassuming life, mostly free of interaction with werewolves and any fae or creature who would cause her trouble until a very young werewolf named Mac showed up, ignorant of how to live as a wolf, half starved with a sad story that helped reveal a lot of corruption across the United States. Pack law is naturally brutal and not something to be ignored, so Mercy took it upon herself to help Mac, as her closest neighbor is the local pack Alpha, Adam Hauptman. After Mac is murdered and left dead on her porch, Mercy ends up reconnecting with Bran, Samuel and forming closer bonds with Warren, the only gay werewolf in Adam's pack, his boyfriend Kyle and Jessie, Adam's daughter. Meaning only to help Mac, Mercy ends up becoming more and more involved in the magic, rules and dangers of the world of the Fae, wolves and vampires. As of the fifth book, it's pretty much fair game as to who wants her dead the most.  She's killed or caused the death of both wolves and vampires, been raped, kidnapped, learned too much about the Fae, and eventually even becomes part of the werewolf pack. Like the coyote with the trickster spirit and too much bravado for such a little body, Mercy just can't seem to stay out of trouble.

Like I said, especially during Bone Crossed, the romantic aspect of this got to be a little too much for me. I like the actiony parts of the story much more than I like any of the parts concerning her attraction to Adam. It doesn't ever get explicit or explore the boundaries of sexuality or really even get beyond just general quasi romantic and intensity. It's never overtly Anita Blake-esque. I just don't really much care for mush or sex in my science fiction. It also is awesome but sucky at the same time that Patricia Briggs has gained such notoriety. This guarantees more books, but also means her books now come out in hardcover first, which equals 'spensive. I also fear the possiblity of a Mercy Thompson movie... which would be absolutely awful unless handled perfectly. Yeah. Like THAT happens.

Bite Me: A Love Story by Christopher Moore.

Now this may be a faux pas, but I am going to do another reaction to a vampire book... but let me tell you, this is so different from Let The Right One In it's not even funny. Actually... it's very funny. In a sort of you had to be there way.
I can never get enough of Christopher Moore. This man is a flippin' genius. Although I do not think this is his best book (that honor either goes to Lamb, A Dirty Job or Blood Sucking Fiends: A Love Story).
This is the third part of his series about vampires set in San Francisco.

When the series began, it was the story of C. Thomas Flood, an aspiring writer from middle America. He moves to San Francisco to realise his dream of being a writer.  He meets a woman named Jody late one night outside of his job at a local Safeway, where he manages the night stocking crew known as The Animals. A local homeless man known as The Emperor (who is the Emperor of San Francisco and Protector of Mexico, based on the real life Emperor Norton) plays the part of guide, observer and knight errant. So after he meets Jody and befriends the Emperor, Tommy thinks he's got a pretty sweet deal going on. What he doesn't realise is that Jody is a vampire... and his life will never be the same.

In the first two books, they defeat the vampire that turned Jody with the help of two SF police officers, the Emperor, his dogs Bummer and Lazarus and all the Animals, except Simon. They take all the money and art on the ship and go to Vegas where they hook up with a high price call girl named Blue... because her skin is dyed blue. Jody and the original vampire agree to leave the city, but Tommy can't stand that idea so he has them bronzed instead. When he drills holes in the bronze so Jody can listen to him talking to her, she turns to mist and streams out of her bronze shell. She then turns him into a vampire. Hilarity ensues as they find a minion in the form of Abby Normal, goth girl and whiner extraordinaire. (She's also the best friend of Lily, one of the main characters from the book A Dirty Job) and her gay best friend. Part of the trouble of now having two vampires to feed is solved by first feeding off of a homeless man named William. William is famous for his sign, which reads I Am Homeless and Have A Huge Cat. The cat, Chet, is where things get interesting.

Because by the end of the novel, when things seem to be going right finally, they begin feeding off Chet. They shave him to have better access and then return him to William. And that's when Chet, the Vampire Cat descends on William and things just go to a whole new level of ridiculous.

And that's also where the third novel starts.

I am not a huge fan of Abby Normal and she is the narrator for You Suck and Bite Me. And in this story, they have to stop the enormous army of vampire cats, birds and vermin that Chet has unleashed on the city. Not to mention all the disappearing homeless people...

I'm not going to wrap up the whole plot and though it might seem like I gave everything away for the previous two, believe me, I didn't. I love Christopher Moore's ability to incorporate characters from other books, like Abby and Lily being best friends and Rivera/Cavuto's past experiences on the force. I also especially appreciate the part where Jody goes into Asher's Second Hand and speaks to Charlie Asher, the main character of A Dirty Job.

But this isn't one of my favorite Moore books. I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong. I liked the idea of the animal vampires being more instinctual and better at  discovering their vampire powers. I liked the mist of mice. I liked the process of finding a vampiric cure. I even kinda liked Chet morphing into more than just a cat... even more than just an enormous vampire cat. I even liked the idea of this coven of vampires from the old world to clean up the mess made by the original vampire, Ben. They roared into town guns (fangs?) a-blazin' to fix the issue only to find... no need. There are indeed a lot of cute parts to this novel, but overall, it just isn't one of the best, in my opinion.

So although I recommend reading it, I don't recommend starting with it. Pick up the first and second and read it to round out the series. Besides, who starts a series at the end? Crazy people. That's who.

Let the Right One In by John Adjvide Lindqvist

I'm going to try to keep most of the really big shocks under wraps. I'm going to have to reread this to make sure I'm separating the book and movie because it's been a minute and the plot's getting muddled.
After seeing this movie a couple years ago, I was floored. The sound quality, the subtlety and the acting made this movie really stand out to me. It was a little twisted, too; naturally I had to read the book as soon as possible.
If you strip away the vampire part, this book is a love story between 12 year old Oskar and his new neighbor, named Eli who he sees as a very strange girl to whom he's mysteriously drawn. Eli is Oskar's friend and confidante, the one he takes his problems to after being victimized by school bullies for years.
But you can't strip the vampire away. Eli isn't a normal little girl. This is obvious from the moment Oskar first encounters her on the playground. He comments on her smell, noticing that honestly, she smells like she hasn't bathed in years. Because she hasn't and she's been out of  practice being around normal people for so long, she's forgotten to clean herself. He sees her leap down from the top of the jungle gym, seemingly floating to the ground, he hands her a Rubik's cube that she returns completely solved the next day. And she begins talking to him by informing Oskar that they can't be friends, not ever.
While Oskar is trying to figure it out, he wonders if it's her very protective grandfather. Turns out, he isn't her grandfather. He's a pedophile who goes out and drains people's blood for Eli's sake in exchange for money. It's made clear, however, that he'd be perfectly willing to go without payment if he could only be intimate with Eli.
Oskar, meanwhile, has finally found a friend and an escape. He asks Eli to be his girlfriend. She doesn't say no, but her exact response isn't what it appears to be on the surface. She simply tells him, "I'm not a girl."
In spite of Eli's early warnings, they become very close. Eli becomes a protector and kind of mentor as well as a companion. She helps him fight back against the bullies who torment him. She is nearly discovered because she murdered one man, Jocke, by snapping his neck after draining him and a woman, Virginia, she's attracted the suspicion of a local man named Lacke who was friend to Jock and sometimes boyfriend to Virginia. Her guardian/pedophile is discovered while killing and willingly offers his blood for Eli. He falls from a hospital window, only to break open on the ground below. This doesn't stop him from becoming a vampire, however. Even undead, he still seeks out Eli. Virginia, in fact, also becomes a vampire and willingly commits suicide by exposing herself to sunlight while she's in the hospital.
The novel ends with Eli rescuing Oskar from the older brother of his main nemesis and Eli and Oskar leaving the city together, to meet what fate they may.

Button, Button by Richard Matheson.

Spoiler heavy; sorry, kids.

This is a collection of short stories that's been rereleased under the title The Box. That's what they named the movie (which is currently out and I hear Cameron Diaz dies in it... reason enough for me to RedBox it) so that's how they renamed the collection.

I love Matheson's short stories. Something in me really responds to these bitter, crusty men fighting against a world that does them wrong at every turn, and even the weak, simpering women who get what they deserve.

Button, Button (the title story) is about a couple who receive a box in the mail and inside is a button. If they press the button, they'll get... a million dollars? some ridiculous amount of money. But as a result of them pressing it, someone they do not know will die. You can imagine where it goes from there. Yep, you guessed it: the wife presses it and the husband dies. As she's crying and blaming, the man in the shadows who explained how the box works of course pops in and says sardonically, "Madam, do you really think you knew your husband?"
Yuk, yuk, yuk. Kinda trite, but still a goodie.

My favorite from this collection was probably "The Girl of My Dreams," about a couple who exploits the woman's psychic ability to know when and how people are going to die. They will go to a family and tell them the circumstances of a loved one's death before it happens, leaving out the exact dates or locations and will only tell them the full story after they are paid for the information. The man despises the woman and wants only to make enough money to leave her. He, however, gets his just desserts when he accidently kills her after she blows what could've been their biggest score ever. Her dying words describe how he'll be killed--but she can't find the strength to get out the when or where. It ends with the man thinking about the person who will someday kill him, wondering who he is and what he's doing right then.

I guess to wrap it up, I didn't enjoy this collection as much as the I Am Legend collection (which was the inspiration for the Will Smith movie of the same name & also the Charleton Heston Omega Man movie of yore).
I don't know if it's just that I'm more familiar with Matheson's style or I wasn't as in the mood for his usual brand of racist misogyny. But if you're looking for an easy bunch of short stories with a sick twist, look no further. You've found your book.

World War Z by Max Brooks

I'm very over the whole zombie thing. I look askance at anyone who tries to describe (in far too much detail, usually) their zombie survival plan. Possibly, this is related to the fact that even as a child, I've been terrified of zombies. And not in the over analytical way I'm usually scared of things. I do not see zombies as metaphor for people trapped in secular humanism. I do not see zombies as symbolic of the destructive nature of human greed. I do not see zombies as an opportunity for target practice, raiding Wal-Marts and shooting. I see zombies as horrible rotting things that want to eat me that my brain tells me can't be real (but then that tiny voice in my head chimes in and says "but they COULD be...").

However. This being said. Necessary segue here.
I love this book. I love it. I read it all the time.
I initially read it because there's an entire chapter/essay devoted to the role dogs played, specifically terriers and daschund mixes in the war of humans vs. zombies.

The frame for this book is a journalist/analyst who has conducted interviews for the government with various survivors of the zombie crisis. These are people from all walks of life, with all different stories of survival. Political leaders from all around the world, children who now live in mental institutions, mothers, former movie directors. It's astonishing to consider the amount of thought and research that was put behind this simple collection. The incidental links, references both contemporary and historical, facts and cultural research really set it apart and give it a different feel than the majority of zombie/horror books. Instead of getting lost in a metaphor or some bizarre pseudo scientific theory, it sticks to the human aspect of the story.

So it's zombie stories. I love it. I can't say much without retelling the whole plot.
I prefer this to Brooks' other book, The Zombie Survival guide, but both are worth a read.