Aw man, this whole thread is making me want to pick it up and read it for my—what?—tenth time?

Chouette by Claire Oshetsky. I picked this one up in the store because the cover drew me in. I read the back of it, shook my head, read it again, shook my head again, and opened up. Here’s how it starts

I dream I’m making tender love with an owl. The next morning I see talon marks across my chest that trace the path of my owl-lover’s embrace. Two weeks later I learn that I’m pregnant.

You may wonder: How could such a thing come to pass between woman and owl?

I, too, am astounded, because my owl-lover was a woman.

And, oh yes, it gets so much weirder from there.

I picked this one up read the first page and said “yep, this one’s coming home with me.” Just love an off-the-wall premise that is seen through like it’s the most natural thing in the world.