As part of my public service to the world, I would like to share this excellent review of a work of highbrow literature, whose effects will echo through the generations.

[Blake] grumbled low in his throat as she turned the car off and climbed out, being careful not to jostle him. On a normal day, he’d gripe about that; just because he was a hedgie didn’t mean he was that delicate. But after the experience with the vet tech from hell... Just let the bastard try and euthanize a werehedgehog. Blake would show him exactly what hell was.

Yes, it's a romance novel about a werehedgehog.