I know I’ve read a great book when I reflect on it after I close the cover, and even the day after. I believe I have a book hangover from this one… Summary from back cover: Enzo knows he is different from other dogs: a philosopher with a nearly human soul (and an obsession with opposable thumbs), he has educated himself by watching television extensively, and … Continue reading Review of The Art of Racing in the Rain
“That poor man!” I exclaimed, peeking from behind the curtain protecting my identity. I could not stop laughing. The unsuspecting trash man had been whistling seconds before. Now, after flinging open the hinged lid of the can, he threw a gloved hand over his nose and doubled over, then peered, questioning, at our house.
Rewind four hours. The warm, sunny, July day had started as uneventfully as a day with a two and four-year-old can. Continue reading Robin Williams and My Son