Author: Vicki Myron with Bret Witter
Hardback: 277 pages
That’s life. We all go through the tractor blades ever now and then. We all get bruised, and we all get cut. Sometimes the blades cut deep. The lucky ones come through with a few scratches, a little blood, but even that isn’t the most important thing. The most important thing is having someone there to scoop you up, to hold you tight and to tell you everything is all right.
For years, I thought I had done that for Dewey. I thought that was my story to tell. And I had done that. When Dewey was hurt, cold, and crying, I was there. I held him. I made sure everything was all right.
But that’s only a sliver of the truth. The real truth is that for all those years, on the hard days, the good days, and all the unremembered days that make up the pages of the real book of our lives, Dewey was holding me. He’s still holding me now.
-Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron with Bret Witter, page 271
*sniff… I am not going to cry*
Dewey Readmore Books was one of the luckiest felines in the world, but his life didn’t start out so hot. In fact, it started out very cold, when he was dumped into the book drop box of the Spencer Public Library on the coldest night of the year. When author and then assistant director of the library, Vicki Myron, and her co-worker Jean Hollis Clark found the eight-week-old shivering gray ball of fluff, his foot pads were frost-bitten. It wasn’t until after giving him a warm bath, through which he purred non-stop, that they discovered he was actually orange, he had been so dirty. After working through a bit of red tape and the cat charming the hearts of the library board, one member at a time, it was decided he would live there and become the Spencer Public Library cat.
Called Dewey after the inventor of the Dewey decimal system, used by libraries as a way to organized books effectively, it bacame official after allowing the town to vote on his name. “Readmore” was added by the Children’s Department and “Books” gave his name an official and stately feel. Not only was his name a reflection of his living arrangements, but turned out to be an auspicious challenge “Do we read more books?” Spencer, Iowa answered yes, and library attendance rose dramatically.
Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World tells how this small cat, this extraordinary feline, came along just at the right time and helped provide the bridge between people, gave hope to those who were down, lent his ear to the lonely, and loved every single person, from infants to the handicapped to the elderly, and made each of them feel special. He loved them through their hard times and, in the process, put Spencer, Iowa on the map of the world.
I really enjoyed this book. Funny story on it, though… Originally, I bought a copy when it first came out. I saw the bright-eyed kitty on the cover and was compelled to pick it up. After reading the description and the first few pages, I was hooked and had to buy it. Being from a midwestern small-town, and a farming community to boot, I could relate to the people and the feel of the story-telling. The book sat on my TBR shelf for over a year. Then last week I decided I wanted to read it. After reading Homer’s Odyssey, I was in the mood to read another touching kitty book, but when I went to look for Dewey, he was no where to be found. Poo! And I so wanted to read it! I gave up and decided to go to the next book on my short stack, but I couldn’t stop wanting to read Dewey. So I went to my small-town library and checked out The Small-Town Library Cat. After reading the book, I think this is all very Dewey… lol.
Besides being touching and heart-felt, Dewey is written from the heart of a librarian. I love Myron’s description of how we picture a library:
When many people think of a library, they think of a Carnegie library. These are the libraries of our childhood. The quiet. The high ceilings. The central library desk, complete with matronly librarian (at least in our memories). These libraries seemed designed to make children belive you could get lost in them, and nobody could ever find you, and it would be the most wonderful thing. -page 118
She also beautifully answers the fears many have that books are a dying genre, and libraries with them…
And when you walk into the library, you still notice the books: shelf after shelf and row after row of books. The covers may be more colorful, the art more expressive, and the type more contemporary, but in general the books look the same as they did in 1982, and 1962, and 1942. And that’s not going to change. Books have survived television, radio, talking pictures, circulars (early magazines), dailies (early newspapers), Punch and Judy shows, and Shakespeare’s plays. They have survived World War II, the Hundred Years’ War, the Black Death, and the fall of the Roman Empire. They even survived te Dark Ages, when almost no one could read and each book had to be copied by hand. They aren’t going to be killed off by the Internet. And neither is the library. -pages 163-164
I could not help mentally drawing a comparison between Dewey and Homer’s Odyssey, the other cat book I read recently. Is there a need for two cat books? Doesn’t it get redundant? I mean, both started out their lives being rejected and unwanted, and both found a niche in the hearts of almost everyone who met them. So how are they different? Well, both cats are unique individuals. They had similarities, but where as Homer changed Gwen’s world, and those in her orbit to a lesser extent, Dewey’s life was much more public. Gwen writes about how her life was blessed when she saw value in an eyeless kitten and decided to build her life around him, where as Vicki writes about how Dewey touched lives, gave hope and helped heal a community and beyond. Both have very different and worth messages, and it makes me hug my own kitties and pause to think what they have done for us, as well. Did I save them? or did they save me.
It’s not much of a spoiler to tell you that Dewey passed away. The language of the book gives you that. I only add that here because I know there are some people who want to know that before choosing to read a pet book. He didn’t die a horrible, painful death or anything… honestly, Vicki’s own life stories made me run through more hankies than Dewey’s death. What was more heart-tugging was how far-reaching the news of his passing was and what he meant to so many people from his own small-town and those far away from it.
I give Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron 5 out of 5 stars. I also recommend you check out Dewey’s website at http://www.deweyreadmorebooks.com/ There are videos there of the Dew himself, as well as other tid bits
Find your place. Be happy with what you have. Treat everyone well. Live a good life. It isn’t about material things; it’s about love. And you can never anticipate love. -page 270
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