Okay, confession time. This one made me cry.
It’s a kid’s book. A kid’s poetry book. Well, sort of. It’s a kid’s poetry journal. It’s a story told through a kid’s poetry journal for his English class, and he doesn’t want to write poems (because boys don’t write poems, girls do), but he does it anyway and ends up writing some really good poems.
And also, his dog died.
Sharon Creech made it sound a lot better than that, okay? I cried. That poor dog. He loved that dog so much.
Seriously, though, Love That Dog is a fantastic book. I still feel a little silly crying over it (I’m tearing up now. Stupid yellow dog.) – but I still hold that this is a wonderful book, especially for someone who’s not that into poetry, or a kid just learning about poetry. It’s wonderful. You should all go read it. But maybe grab a Kleenex. ♦