I tried to read a book!

I'm reading The Art of Racing in The Rain for a book group.

I am NOT into it.

I might hate it.

A lot.

Let me give you a passage:

"The intense and arbitrary nature of Eve's affliction was far beyond Denny's grasp. The wailings, the dramatic screaming fits, the falling on the floor in fits of anguish. These are things that only dogs and women understand because we tap into pain directly, we connect to pain directly from its source, and so it is at once brilliant and brutal and clear, like white-hot metal spraying out of a fire hose, we can appreciate the aesthetic while taking the worst of it straight in the face."

So, I imagine the author, a man, believes that he is paying women and dogs a complement by comparing them to each other.

But I just think it's a little fucked up. Like a lot of this book.

By the way, the whole book is told from the point of view of a dog. The dog is the narrator.

And everyone in the world seems to LOVE this damn book. It averages more than 4 stars on both Amazon and GoodReads.

Oh god I hate this damn book.

Did I mention that the dog is philosophical?

"That which you manifest is before you."

Ugh. The dog read the fucking SECRET.

Also, it's supposed to be a tear-jerker.

This comes from a review by Anastacia on GoodReads: "By page six I was sobbing and sniffling."

By page six I, myself, was beginning to roll my eyes.

This: Is not the book for me. At all.

And I'm only on page 63.

Shoot me now.