Book Review: Lily and the Octopus

A warning about this book if you are A) a person who loves dogs B) a person who doesn’t necessarily love dogs, but likes them or C) a person with a beating heart.  In other words, if this book doesn’t destroy you, you’re a monster!  I haven’t cried this hard over a book since I read Little Women last year.  Also, please know that I was quietly losing it and when I looked over, Joey was scrolling Twitter while eating chips and salsa shirtless in our bed.  We may as well have been on different planets!

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Please note how much that drawing on the cover looks like Huni!

Basically, this is the story of a single man named Ted and the love of his life, a 12-year-old dachshund named Lily, who develops a tumor, aka “the octopus.”  The rest of the book delves into Ted’s past — the ups and downs he and Lily have had, the ups and downs of his now-ended long term relationship — as well as he and Lily’s current situation and all the way he’s avoiding the truth about Lily and her octopus.

I’m not going to lie, there is a fair amount of immaturity and cheese you have to deal with to make it through this book — the lengths Ted goes to put off the reality that his dog is dying are childish and at many points, had me questioning his sanity (“is he actually the one with the tumor?!”) but his characterization of Lily was just so sweet and lovable and amidst all Ted’s crazy actions, you could find moments of relatable grief and sadness.

Just don’t read the end of this one in public, okay?

Weekend Things

My idea of a perfect weekend includes friends, margaritas, Saturday morning runs, frolicking at the Farmers’ Market, breakfasting with my family, naps and pedicures.  Unfortunately every weekend doesn’t include all of those things.  Fortunately, this weekend included most of them.

This weekend looked a little something like this.

My mom has a lot of good stuff in her Kindle library.  It was hard to narrow it down, but I think I found my next read.

Mom, why do you own this??

We watched Joey’s dog Tonka this weekend.  I slept with one eye open, as I was sure he had been plotting my murder all week.

Saturday morning at the Farmers’ Market.  I couldn’t resist buying pattypans any longer.  If there was a competition for cutest produce, pattypans would win hands down.  Even that name is adorable.  Also, I bought half a dozen tamales for when I’m engulfed in Olympic trampolining and can’t be bothered to do things like make dinner.  Also, I will continue to pronounce tamales as “tame-els.”  I don’t know why.

We went to a wedding on Saturday.  When it comes to weddings, my only concern is whether or not it’s going to be open bar.

It was.  It was also open ice cream bar.  And there were smores.

Sunday included all of the things that make it my favorite day of the week.  Mom-made breakfast with my family.

 

Dachshund time.

And goofing around my sister.  I’m an Olympic piggy-backer.

We also watched this.  And then I imitated it for the rest of the day.

Now as the dread of Monday sets in,  I’m rounding out Sunday with yoga, a quiet dinner at home and some Michael Phelps special coverage.  Enjoy what’s left of your weekend, friends.