I rarely, if ever, read novels and therefore never, really, write reviews on them. I have nothing against them, but don’t usually enjoy them as much as I do deeper books that enhance my spiritual development or my life as a whole. That being said, I really didn’t expect much from the latest novel I read. I needed something light to read on the plane on the way to Belize, and grabbed the one I chose – to be honest – because the cat on the front was cute. No lie. That was my reasoning.
Despite all of that, I have to confess that I loved this book. It’s no secret that I love cats, and that my own cat has been more than just a furry resident of my home for a long time. It shouldn’t, therefore, surprise me that I would enjoy a book about a cat. I never expected, though, to be deeply touched and, if I’m honest, to cry my eyes out for the first time over a book.
Dewey is the story of a cat who arrives unexpectedly and is adopted by a small-town library in rural Iowa. His name, in full, is Dewey Readmore Books. Get it? Love it. His life left a legacy that no one could have expected, and reading his story is a joy. He even has a website!
If you like cats….and libraries….and crying unashamedly over a book….you’ll like this one. Promise. You will.
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