The Home for Unwanted Girls was delicious, though somewhat dry in places. I really had to work to get it at it. But once I started it had me drooling!
It wasn't so much the plot that kept my attention, but the fact that it smelled good. You know, that good book smell (snacks my human ate while reading, the smell of my human, the smell of other humans, the smell of other humans' animals, etc).
I can't tell you much about the characters, because, well I don't read...I'm a dog. I can tell you that my human seemed to pay more attention to the book than she did to me, so that says something. I mean, have you seen my face? I'm adorable.
Of all the books I've chewed, this one was the best! (And I've chewed a number of books). My human tells me I can't eat books, especially library books. But maybe she shouldn't leave me in a position to have to chew her books when she leaves me. She should never leave me.
Did I learn a lesson from this experience? No, I'm a dog, and apparently you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
The real question is: Did she learn a lesson?
