A Man's Best Friend

I read Lily and the Octopus en route to Spain this summer. I was craving some of Steven Rowley's signature wit after wapping The Adults. It felt apt when I started seeing octopus symbols all around San Sebastian. Lily and the Octopus is a sentimental book about a man and his dog: their special bond, and the heartache that comes with losing a pet. I'm not a "dog person" per se (except for Cozy--IYKYK), but I'm a fan of Rowley's storytelling in general. This novel in particular has magical realism parts that dragged a bit. I found myself peeking over at Justin's movie instead of feeling engrossed in the book. I craved more human, "real" elements. Still, Lily is moving. I held back tears as I read Rowley's piercing descriptions; he masterfully conveys the beauty and pain of loving and losing a canine. Overall, another winning story from a wonderful writer.

AES

P.S. After finishing Lily I started Modern Lovers by Emma Staub. I've read 144 pages and I just can't go on. It's just kind of eh. I don't care about the characters - eek! I also think I may have read it already, years ago? Anyway, I've moved on to Staub's novel This Time Tomorrow and I'm already much more invested. Full review to come!