Constantly Moving the Bookmark

Dewey was a little orange ball of fur that some uncaring person deposited into a library night deposit box on a bitterly cold winter night in Spencer, Iowa. This act of cruelty did have a happy ending. As head librarian Vicki Myron shares Dewey’s story the reader also learns her story and the story of the whole town of Spencer. Dewey not only became a town favorite, but quite the world-wide celebrity in his own right.

Being pleasantly owned by three cats myself (you can read it again, but no its not a typo), this book was a good fit for me. One review I read about this book said there was one drawback to the book,

“ … anthropomorphized to a degree that can strain credulity (Dewey plays hide and seek with Myron, can read her thoughts, is mortified by his hair balls)—it's a love letter to libraries.”

Now really, of course cats play hide and seek, read our thoughts and are mortified by their hair balls among many, many, many other talents and idiosyncrasies.