Dingo

Miguel works at his dad's store, which is full of old music and old comics. One day Lainey walks in, and Miguel's life will never be the same. And how lame is that? Lainey is accompanied by a dog who doesn't like Miguel. But Miguel is blinded by his instant attraction to Lainey that he is willing to go to any height to save her. From whatever.

There is some crude talk about masturbation, and the f-word gets tossed around a few times, along with other swearing.

Can't really think of anything impressive.

This author Charles DeLint was suppose to have changed the scope of fantasy writing. All I have to say is that if this is true, someone needs to change it again, because this book was really boring and predicable. And short, not that I wanted the story to go on any longer, but maybe if he had more room to expand the plot... Then again, maybe not.