I am easily touched whenever I read or watch anything that feature stories about pets and how their presence make a difference in the lives of the owners. Such stories tend to be bittersweet and for sure, they never fail to make me shed a tear or two (or a bucket in the case of Marley & Me)at the end of the stories. Even though Dewey didn’t give me as huge impact as Marley & Me did – but still – as a cat lover, the pulling-at-my-heartstring-feeling was definitely there.Dewey was not just a story about an extraordinary cat that lived his life in a library at small town Iowa. It also chronicled the history of Spencer and the hardship that this small town community had to face during the Great Depression, Recession and how they prevail till today. At the same time, the author also shared some very personal fragments of her life that I doubt many would be willingly share to anyone. This story is about love, about resilience, about hope and about getting up after suffering a severe fall. How did Dewey fit in all these categories, you might ask? He was there, pouring his unconditional love and was there to be a “silent friend” to everyone in that town.What I found most interesting in Dewey was the way the author described the relationship that Dewey had with other people and how, in some ways, he helped them during their difficult times. His personality was charming and the way he accommodated himself for just about everyone was simply amazing. As the author mentioned in the book, “He had an amazing sense of who needed him”. The only complaint that I have is its lack of cohesiveness where it seemed hard to find a fluid connection from one chapter to another. Though, whatever the book lacked of, it surely made up in heart – I’ve no doubt about that. I really enjoyed it and I believe that anyone who loves cat would definitely fall in love with this book as well.Favourite Quote:...That's life. We all go through the tractor blades every now and then. We all get bruised, and we all get cut. Sometimes the blades cut deep. The lucky ones come through with few scratches, a little blood, but even that isn't the most important thing. The most important thing is having someone there to scoop you up, to hold you tight, and to tell you that everything is all right.Read more: http://bibliophiles-journal.blogspot.com/2010/02/dewey-by-vicki-myron.html#ixzz0nvYDINsm
