Dewey by Vicki Myron

It took me nearly a day to compose myself enough to write this review...

I started reading this around 7:30 p.m. last night while the NASCAR race was in a rain delay.  I put on the US-Japan soccer game in the background and flipped back to the race every once in a while to see if it had started.  Pretty soon I had stopped flipping and completely tuned out the game too.  At 10:35, when I finished this book, I was crying.  I was so moved by this story!  I started writing the review this morning, but got choked up again and had to quit.  Then I watched the replay of the end of the race (I couldn't stay awake).  How Austin Dillon walked away from that car, I just don't know.  I think maybe another #3 driver mighta been riding alongside to make sure he got out OK.  And so, crying again (the night Dale Sr. died was my first real date with my now husband), I couldn't write.

Now, several hours later, I've got it together enough to talk about this amazing cat.  Yes, a cat.  Dewey is a cat.  I know those of you who frequent the WHHS LMC are saying, wait, isn't Dewey the collective name of the mice?  Yep.  Coincidence though.

Dewey Readmore Books was the resident cat of the Spencer Public Library in Iowa.  One cold night, someone stuffed a newborn kitten into the book drop.  The director adopted him, lobbied the City Council and Library Board to keep him, and brought a library, and a whole town, back to life.  His 19 years in Spencer healed a woman, a library, and a town. 

Like libraries?  Read this.  Like cats?  Read this.  Like happy stories that make you feel all gooey inside?  Read this. 

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