One weekend a couple of summers ago, when Husband and #2 were out of town, #1 and I went out for dinner and a trip to Borders. We headed home with a copy of the dog book, and #1 started reading it aloud in the car. We were hooked. When we got home, we set up a reading station on the back porch (enclosed), with the wicker and palm tree and little stone fountain and the cats, and we read until late, each taking a turn with a chapter. We got up the next morning and skipped church, sitting in our jammies on the porch and reading until we finished the thing.
By noon, we were talking like the main character, which you'll understand once you read it for yourself. It's a masterfully crafted tale, and I'm hoping that book number two will be just as perfectly molded and sculpted.