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Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World
by Vicki Myron
This book was really more about the author and the town than the cat. I would say over 50% of the material cover those two things rather than the feline on the cover. I realize that in order to give the cat's story context, one has to give some information on the caretaker and the environment, and it's not that the stories aren't interesting, but I picked up a book ostensibly about a cat. If I'd wanted to read about Vicki's life story, or Spencer's history, I would have picked up a book about those topics.
The chapters jump around between "past" and "present" for about the first half of the book, at which they somehow merge and then the chapters jump around seemingly without chronological order. One chapter, her mother is dead, the next, she's alive. She seems to write about several times in her life twice, once without all the information, once with.
Also, she way anthropomorphizes this cat. I love cats, I love MY cat, I talk to my cat like she's a little lady rather than a kitty, but the fact is, she's a cat. And Dewey is a cat. A well socialized cat. Dewey probably could sense unhappiness, stress, anxiety, and other emotions that would cause him to go give comfort. But to say "that's how much Dewey cared" just sounded ridiculous, even to my cat-loving ears.
Sorry, this is a very jumbled review, but I found the book very jumbled as well.
The chapters jump around between "past" and "present" for about the first half of the book, at which they somehow merge and then the chapters jump around seemingly without chronological order. One chapter, her mother is dead, the next, she's alive. She seems to write about several times in her life twice, once without all the information, once with.
Also, she way anthropomorphizes this cat. I love cats, I love MY cat, I talk to my cat like she's a little lady rather than a kitty, but the fact is, she's a cat. And Dewey is a cat. A well socialized cat. Dewey probably could sense unhappiness, stress, anxiety, and other emotions that would cause him to go give comfort. But to say "that's how much Dewey cared" just sounded ridiculous, even to my cat-loving ears.
Sorry, this is a very jumbled review, but I found the book very jumbled as well.