I picked up The Longest Trip Home by John Grogan with the intention of glancing through the first chapter before I started cooking dinner. Dinner was late. I got soap bubbles splashed on it from reading while I washed dishes. I got by on much less sleep than I need. This morning, I did an extra couple of miles on the treadmill so I could read. I left an hour early to pick up the kids from school, so I could sit in the car in 104 degree heat and read. My husband was worried I'd slice my finger open when he saw me chopping onions while reading. Wow....what a wonderful memoir. I was a farm girl from Montana, about as far removed from John Grogan's childhood experiences as a person can get, and yet, I swear I saw my family and my life in his story. This is one of those wonderful books, you'll laugh out loud, and you'll finish it in a puddle. I read a post on LibraryThing that suggested you wear sunglasses for the last few chapters, then nobody will see your tears. It's just that touching of a memoir.
Personally, I didn't think that Marley and Me could be topped. I was proven wrong. What a wonderful wonderful book!