Berik Bekbossynoff Bekbossynoff itibaren İnanca, 28800 İnanca/Görele/Giresun, Турска
I laughed so hard I almost cried. And then I was so sad I almost cried. Good thing I have such willpower I didn't actually cry, because that would just be embarrassing.
I'd never read it before. It's charming and lovely in places, though it could use some better worldbuilding. As time goes on, animals seem to be more and more like humans. Everyone seems to be animal-sized until they actually interact with humans, and then they seem to be human-sized. And yet at least one human keeps pets as a hobby, and we won't ask how that works. Mr. Toad combs leaves out of his hair. Anyone can be mistaken for a woman just by dressing up as one and taunting people. It also hearkens affectionately to a gentlemen of leisure lifestyle, featuring everyone calling on each other for elaborate luncheons, long strolls in the woods, excursions down the river in boats, and generally lots of expense with no hint at anyone needing to earn it. Sometimes I can be caught up in the charm of such an ideal, but often I get homesick for some fiction with a broader worldview.
** spoiler alert ** In typical Nicholas Sparks fashion, you have the romance part marred by death for one and a haunted past for the other. You get the "it had so much more potential" ending; at least for me. But what bothered me the most about this book was the "next door neighbor" of Erin/Katie. I don't think that her seeing "Jo" was one of the better aspects of the book. Regardless, it was a thoughtless read that is still enjoyable to a point.