I just finished reading The Art of Racing in the Rain. When I started the book, I was crying by the end of the first chapter. I set it down and wasn't sure I would return... I did. Mostly because I hate leaving things undone and having a story untold. I've only ever walked out of a movie once (Fritz the Cat) and walked away from a book (Stephen King's Pet Cemetary -and that was the last King I read for a looooooooooong time (Sorry, Stevie)). So I had to find out if there was more to this story told from the point of view of Enzo, the dog.
The story is a delight. Full of LIFE, pain, LOVE, wonderful insights and gems of wisdom - as could only be conceived and told by a dog, DEATH, injustice, failure, success and JOY.
I really enjoyed this book. And, not since Water for Elephants, have I felt compelled to recommend a book! Grab a tissue (or two) and settle in for a wonderful romp. You don't have to be a dog lover or a race car lover... just be open to enjoying a good book like you would a good Saturday matinee!
And, yes, I cried at the end, too!
Now get reading!
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