As the same publishers were responsible for Nancy Garden's Werewolves (1973), it's natural to wonder how many transformations this hapless creature should be put through. However, McHargue handles the subject with more sense, not to say class, than most exploiters of the weird and horrible. First, her ""how to"" chapter headings and assertion that werewolves ""just laugh at"" silver bullets testify to some sense of humor--or proportion, the same thing really. Next, she comes right out and says that ""human beings cannot really change themselves into wolves"" in a summary which then suggests several rational explanations for the belief. Of course she'd have won us over with the admission that ""I could go on and on. . . . However, it is already plain that most of these cases are much the same."" Then too, she ends with a story that might make even the hair on the palms of a werewolf's hands stand on end.