How did Eggers craft a touching, clever and perfectly-paced book about bravery and belonging and friendship and finding one's purpose? Where the narrator, Johannes the dog, is tasked with being the "eyes" of the animal stewards of the park (three ancient bison) while collaborating with a ragtag interspecies squad (a seagull, a raccoon, pelican, a squirrel)? "I interviewed a number of dogs," he said recently.
You could take out for a walk each volume on the hallowed shelf of Great Works Narrated By Canines (which includes entries from Mark Twain, Anton Chekhov, Paul Auster, Mikhail Bulgakov, Franz Kafka and Garth Stein, to name some of the most luminous luminaries), and I never have more fun than this wild and carefree joyride.
This is truly the literary equivalent of a dog running happily through a park.