Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

This still counts as the 15th, right?  I mean, yes, it’s after midnight, but I’m still up!  I thought about not posting, but I’m not yet sleepy, and I’ve missed too many times this summer already; still, since it IS so late, this is going to be a short review of a short book.

So–The Poet’s Dog, by Patricia MacLachlan.  I’ve already talked about how much I love her–the woman can say more with less than almost anybody else writing intermediate fiction at the moment–but I suspect I would have loved this particular book more if I loved dogs.  (Or liked dogs.)  She does, I know; this isn’t the first of the books I’ve read by her that has a prominent canine component to the plot.  As a definite cat person, however, I found this book to be a sweet little story that just wasn’t quite as relatable for me as her books usually are.  That said, it’s still a lovely vignette on grief, rescue, and love, and I’m absolutely going to see if my second girlie wants to read it.

See?  A short review of a short book.  There you have it, folks.  Here’s hoping our tired family all survives the day tomorrow!