I’ve just started The Art of Racing in the Rain, that I mentioned was on my stack a few weeks ago.
So far, it’s enchanting. Enzo’s voice is wry, self-aware, and delightful.
But there’s an air of impending doom that suffuses the entire book and I know I will end in tears, sobbing and likely drowning my feelings with Lay’s BBQ chips.
So, I’m going slowly, taking my time. I’ve renewed the book once already at the library. I hope to finish in time to return it by the next due date. I really hope I can finish it without turning into a blubbering pile of mush on my office floor.