I was in the mood for some werewolf-action and since I loved the last two books I’ve read by J.L. Merrow (Muscling Through and Pressure Head), I thought Midnight in Berlin would be the right one for me…
I don’t know why, but I couldn’t get into the story. Maybe it was because of Leon - I didn’t really like him and his sense of humor. Or because of Christoph… Or it was the lack of romance. Or maybe the story itself? I don’t know.
What I liked was the setting.