A STREET CAT NAMED BOB, James Bowen
(finished reading on 08/01/2013 )
During the course of writing this blog, I have discovered that – although not in any other area of life (I hope) – I am a snob when it comes to books (I’ve also discovered that this could be a good thing when it comes to art – to be discussed another time, perhaps). So, on that basis, I never would have bought this book; a redemptive story of a formerly homeless, recovering heroin addict, who rescues a cat and finds his life transformed, for myself. However, my Dad bought it for me for Christmas, as he didn’t raise a snob, right? Well, I’m glad he did because I loved it. There I said it!
(and if this picture doesn’t raise a smile, there must be a hard black stone where your heart should be)
I do love cats. I have a cat who I love very much, so it wasn’t like it was ever going to be a hardship to read this ‘meiowmoir’ (have I just created a new genre?!) and after Christmas, when I didn’t really feel like picking up The Human Stain or some such, it was, well lovely: life affirming, hopeful, all those wonderful things that are worth holding onto in dull January.
I also did something I’ve never done before, I bought two more copies for cat loving friends! Ah well, it’s good to surprise yourself sometimes.