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This film lost me at Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get. Really? Never? Hmmm, what am I going to get? Uh, for starters, chocolate. And then, in the vast majority of cases, nuts, cream, caramel or nougat. No real surprises here folks, like potato salad, a Cheeto, or a piece of burlap. Not to mention, that many chocolate boxes provide a key as to exactly what you’re going to get inside. Am I overthinking this? Maybe, but I just couldn’t get past that pathetic metaphor.

Seriously? The First Lady poisons her lover and leaves his naked body in an advisor’s house to deal with, then, she and the president convince a senior employee to confess to a murder he didn’t commit, the president pushes the Secretary of State down a flight of stairs, and yet another employee is killed in a car accident bringing the number of first couple murders to 4 or 5? The show has become a cartoon and all believability is thrown out the window. I should have stopped watching two seasons ago. A lesson too late for the learning.

I read this book and cried like a baby in the cradle. Rowley has uncannily written a story that any dog owner will identify with on an incredibly personal level. I don’t know if a book has ever touched my heart like this one. And by touched, I mean bludgeoned with a sledge hammer. If you have ever shared your life with a dog, you must read this book. But be warned, you will need handy access to a good supply of tissues. Steven Rowley, thank you!