Garth Stein is a wicked man. He wrote this book which I thought sounded like a good idea whilst standing in front of the new book section of the public library last weekend.
Then I read the flap inside the cover. Okaaaay, it's about a dog's life and the end of it and his attachment to his family.
And it made me CRRRRYYYYY!!!!!
I don't think I have actually tears-running-down-my-face cried at a book since I went through my Nicholas Sparks phase.
Even if you don't want a good cry, the book is a good read. There's a lot (LOT!) of Formula One racing references but it's still worth it.
Excellent metaphors are made.
Heart stings are pulled.
I'm high on this book right now. I just finished it. I started it this morning.