Pug Hill

Pug Hill

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by Alison Pace

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For Holly Golightly, there was always Tiffany's. For me, there's always Pug Hill. For as long as I've lived in New York, whenever I've just wanted to think, or relax, or be happy, or even sad, my destination of choice has been, without fail, Pug Hill.

For Hope McNeill, pugs are love, unconditional friendship, happiness, and freedom-all qualities currently in


For Holly Golightly, there was always Tiffany's. For me, there's always Pug Hill. For as long as I've lived in New York, whenever I've just wanted to think, or relax, or be happy, or even sad, my destination of choice has been, without fail, Pug Hill.

For Hope McNeill, pugs are love, unconditional friendship, happiness, and freedom-all qualities currently in short supply in her own life. She's also short on time and apartment space, and for those reasons she doesn't have a pug of her own. But she does have Pug Hill in Central Park, where pugs (and their owners) from all over New York City convene.

She also has a serious crush on one of her co-workers at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a flailing relationship with her squash-playing, cold-weather-loving boyfriend, and an unspeakable fear of public speaking. When Hope's father calls with a daunting assignment-to make a speech at her parent's fortieth wedding anniversary party-Hope is completely taken off guard. As a last resort, she signs up for a public speaking class, but can't help wondering, will it be enough?

Some fears are so big that even all the pugs in the world might not be enough...

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Library Journal
Art restorer Hope McNeill doesn't have a dog, but she spends her free time at Central Park's "Pug Hill," where the playful dogs give her all the unconditional love and freedom she feels is otherwise lacking in her life. Shy and reserved, Hope signs up for a public speaking class after her parents ask her to make a speech at their anniversary party. Compared to her odd assortment of classmates, including a failed gay poet and an angry novelist, Hope begins to feel much better about her life-really, what's so bad about a lackluster relationship, a tiny apartment, and a job in which she never sees the sun? Gaining some courage from the class helps her make some new choices in her life. Pace's (If Andy Warhol Had a Girlfriend) second novel has some smart and witty moments. Recommended for larger fiction collections or where chick lit is popular.-Rebecca Vnuk, River Forest P.L., IL Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Unlucky-in-love Manhattan art conservationist faces her biggest fear when called upon to deliver a speech at a family event. Despite having one of the coolest jobs in the universe-restoring paintings at the Metropolitan Museum of Art-Hope McNeill has a low-grade case of the blues. Woefully mismatched with her conservative hedge-fund-manager boyfriend Evan, and distracted by a debilitating crush on an attractively aloof (and spoken for) colleague, she feels, at 31, like a passive observer in her own life. Her greatest source of comfort, other than repeatedly watching her favorite Zoloft commercial on TV, is escaping to Central Park's Pug Hill. A bucolic gathering spot for owners of the breed, Pug Hill stands for all things good and positive to Hope, and the fact that she goes there without a dog of her own helps push the point that she is due for a change. And change she gets when her parents ask her to give a speech at their 40th anniversary party on Long Island. Paralyzed by even the thought of public speaking, but not wanting to let her family down, she says yes. As if that pressure was not enough, Hope's older, prettier, spoiled sister Darcy will also be there with her beau, C.P. (Crested Possum), an affected young man with Native-American pretensions who is trying to convince Darcy to move to a commune. To prepare herself, Hope enrolls in a public-speaking class at The New School. There she bonds with her eccentric classmates, as well as the requisite hot guy, and comes to terms with some of the neuroses and bad habits that have kept her yearning for far too long. Along the way, she learns to forgive her family and herself and finds her confidence. Pace (If Andy Warhol Had aGirlfriend, 2005) has invented an emotionally complex and winning heroine, even if the long, loving descriptions of pugs might try the reader's patience. A remarkably sweet and affecting tale of inner growth.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page




chapter one - The End

chapter two - There Are No Pugs at Pug Hill

chapter three - You May Feel Sad

chapter four - Single Jewish Male, 32, Likes: Squash; Hedge Funds; WASPs; Long ...

chapter five - Set Me Free, Why Don’t You, Babe

chapter six - Elliot, My Elliot

chapter seven - Overcoming Presentation Anxiety

chapter eight - Just Like Jean-Paul Belmondo, Albeit Briefly

chapter nine - Don’t Hate the Player, Hate the Game

chapter ten - There’s One, One Pug

chapter eleven - I Am Jan Brady

chapter twelve - How Awful Would It Be If This Thing Stopped?

chapter thirteen - I Should Tell You About the Commune

chapter fourteen - Man!

chapter fifteen - We Should Really All Just Go Get a Drink

chapter sixteen - The Encyclopedia of Dogs

chapter seventeen - Under No Circumstances Are You to Mention the Tent

chapter eighteen - Be My Boswell

chapter nineteen Haiku Is a Seventeen-Syllable Verse Form

chapter twenty - Cornered

chapter twenty-one - All the Ones Who Went the Way My Boyfriends Tend to Go

chapter twenty-two - To All the Dogs I’ve Loved Before

chapter twenty-three - What If I’d Just Laughed?

chapter twenty-four - I Coulda Been a Contender

chapter twenty-five - I’ve Been Looking So Long at These Pictures of You

chapter twenty-six - Standing on Smith Street in My Pumas, Waiting

chapter twenty-seven - I Want to Tell You a Story

chapter twenty-eight - Breakfast at Pug Hill

chapter twenty-nine - How Do You Know?

chapter thirty - You Are My Best Friend

chapter thirty-one - You’re Not Ready and You Don’t Know What You Want

chapter thirty-two - Ready?

chapter thirty-three - She Really Was Magnificent

chapter thirty-four - Do You Want To Dance Under the Moonlight?

chapter thirty-five - The Beginning


If Andy Warhol Had a Girlfriend

“If Andy Warhol Had a Girlfriend is pure, guilt-free pleasure. When you’re not laughing your head off, you’re in the middle of a remarkably honest and heartfelt story about a woman who has to find love inside herself before she can find it outside.”

—Joseph Weisberg, author of 10th Grade


“Laugh-out-loud funny.”



“Alison Pace takes us on a whirlwind transcontinental journey (first class, of course) with a lovable main character who, amid the crazy world of abstract art, discovers a little inspiration of her own.”

—Jennifer O’Connell, author of Bachelorette #1 and Off the Record


“A funny, feel-good fairy tale set improbably in the high-powered international art world. If Andy Warhol Had a Girlfriend will give hope to the most relationship-weary heart.”

—Pam Houston, author of Sight Hound


“A poignant and very funny look at the dating life of a fictional New York gal.”

The Washington Post


“This book is GENIUS! I stayed up all night laughing hyena-style.”

—Jill Kargman, coauthor of Wolves in Chic Clothing


“A sweet, stylish tale about love, art, travel, and highly pampered dogs. If Andy Warhol Had a Girlfriend is a terrific, unique read full of heart and humor. I loved it!”

—Johanna Edwards, author of Your Big Break


“Art lovers, dog lovers—even EX-lovers—will love this fun, funny book.”

—Beth Kendrick, author of Fashionably Late


“A laugh-out-loud look at art fairs, true love, and overindulged miniature schnauzers. A great read!”

—Kristen Buckley, author of The Parker Grey Show


“A fresh and beguiling story set in New York’s art milieu... Perfectly balancing comic missteps with insights, Pace gets Jane’s tricky growth spurt just right.”

-Romantic Times


“A funny, snappy, beauty of a read—I loved it.”

—Sarah Mlynowski, author of Monkey Business and Bras & Broomsticks


“Simmers with a quiet brilliance and polish that will stay in a reader’s mind for days.”



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For Mom and Dad

(Happy Anniversary)


This book might never have been started without the enthusiasm of Allison McCabe, and it certainly never would have been finished without the endless encouragement and thoughtful advice offered to me by my agent and friend, Joe Veltre. Tremendous thanks to you both.

Endless appreciation goes to my wonderful, talented, and ever-patient editor, Susan Allison, who made revisions seem like a fun new adventure, and who was so available to me throughout the entire process with her invaluable ideas and insights.

I am very grateful to Jessica Wade, Julia Fleischaker, and everyone at Berkley Books for all their hard work on my behalf; and to Karen Schifano, Grace Shin, Mark Greenberg, Boris Sternberg and Simon Parkes at Simon Parkes Art Conservation for the glimpse into their careers.

For listening to all of my stories and for always making me laugh, special thanks to Cynthia Zabel, Joanna Schwartz, Christine Ciampa, Jennifer Geller, Sarah Melinger, Francis Tucci, Zander Byers, Kerry Dolan, Kimberly Bohner, Peter Bohner, Wendy Tufano, Jessica Good-man, and of course, Crankyface.

And most of all, always, love and thanks to my sister, Joey, who has never once said she’d like to join a commune; to Mom, for being much nicer than Hope’s mom, for instilling in me a great love of dogs, and for reading every last page of my early drafts; and to Dad, for always reminding me to stop and smell the roses, while wearing sunscreen.


Someday we’ll find it.

—Kermit the Frog











For Holly Golightly, there was always Tiffany’s. No matter what was going wrong in her life, she always had Tiffany’s. For me, there’s always Pug Hill. For as long as I’ve lived in New York, whenever I’ve wanted to think, or relax, or be happy, or even sad, my destination of choice has been, without fail, Pug Hill.

Pug Hill, if you haven’t heard, is a hill in Central Park, over on the east side around Seventy-fourth Street, where pugs from all over New York City convene. Just as I imagine Holly Golightly was in it much more for the diamonds than for the big building on the corner of Fifty-seventh Street and Fifth Avenue, I’m in it much more for the pugs than for Central Park. It’s not that I don’t like the serenity and tranquility of Central Park as much as the next New Yorker, it’s just that I’ve always had a pretty big thing for dogs.

Dogs have always been a great presence in my life, have always affected it in ways you might call deeply. I simply can’t imagine my life without them. I wonder if it must speak volumes about me that I’ve never had one of my own.

What I do have right now are all the same reasons as all the other people in New York who love dogs but don’t have one: I work too much, I’m not home enough, my apartment is too small, it’s never the right time. But one day, and I don’t doubt this at all—or at least, I try not to doubt it—it will be. And of all the dogs there are to love, pugs are, by far, my favorite.

So until that day, when the right time begins, I try to content myself with all the many versions of my favorite, all the endlessly comforting pugs of Pug Hill. I know all the regulars. I know their names and the colors of their harnesses and I know which pugs to expect if I visit on a Saturday or if I visit on a Sunday. Most of the time I’m the only person at Pug Hill without a pug. And that might seem kind of sad, but actually, it’s not. I like to think that, in its own way, it’s kind of hopeful really, if you think about it.

chapter one

The End

“Conservation,” Elliot says quietly as he picks up the phone, and then, a moment later, “Okay, hold on a sec, please.” I watch Elliot, focusing intently on the flick of his wrist as he hits the hold button and puts down the receiver. I watch Elliot a lot; it’s a problem, it might be a bit stalkerish, this I know.

“Hope,” he says, looking over at me, “it’s your dad.”

I look away, embarrassed, regretful. I tell myself it isn’t my fault. I had, after all, no way of knowing the call was going to be for me. Really, I had no way of knowing that Elliot wasn’t going to look across the room right then, not at me, but at our coworker, Sergei, or at our boss, May—people who the call could have much more likely been for. Nobody calls me at work. People e-mail me, or they instant message me when I turn on the IM during lunch, but they refrain for the most part from calling. It’s generally understood that I don’t like the phone. It causes me anxiety.

“Thanks,” I say without looking up and reach for the phone. As I do so, it occurs to me that Dad, even more than anyone else, doesn’t ever call me at work. Dad thinks talking on the phone while at the workplace is slacking. Though I don’t think he uses that actual word, Dad doesn’t approve of slacking and does not wish to be an accessory to it.

“Hi, Dad,” I say, worried now, wondering if maybe Dad is breaking his rule of never calling because something is wrong.

“Hi, Hope, how are you?” he says, very much not like anything at all is wrong. Dad’s voice is calm and clear and assured, as it almost always is. For as long as I can remember, I have always felt so assured from just the sound of Dad’s voice.

“I’m good. Is everything okay?” I ask just to be sure there isn’t actually something wrong and I have just been lulled into a false complacency by the very soothing and comforting nature of my dad’s voice “Oh, everything’s fine,” he says, “I’m not disturbing you at work, am I?” I tell him, no, not at all.

“Well, good then, I’m calling because I have some exciting news and wanted to talk to you about it right away.” I wonder if this exciting news has something to do with my older sister, Darcy. In my family, a lot of things have to do with Darcy. I try my best to push the thought from my mind.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Well, Mom and I have decided to have a party for our fortieth wedding anniversary. May seventh is a Saturday this year; we’ll have it right on the actual date,” he tells me happily.

“That’s great,” I say, and I think to myself, not for the first time, Wow, forty years.

“Oh, yes, we’re already really looking forward to it. Mom’s already all caught up in the planning. You know how she loves a project.”

Oh, I know, I think, believe me, I know. “Yes,” I say in lieu of anything that could be construed as hostile.

“Well, Hope,” he says and pauses for a moment, “Mom and I were thinking how nice it would be if, at the party, you made a speech.”

A speech.

I say nothing. I stare blankly ahead of me as the word speech scrapes through my brain like nails on a chalkboard.

Well, Hope, I think to myself, because suddenly all I want in the world is to go back to the part of the conversation where Dad hadn’t said anything about a speech, where he’d only said, Well, Hope. I want to go back to Well, Hope and have something, anything, even something about Darcy come after it.

“I’m sorry?” I say in a last-ditch effort to allow myself to think that I didn’t hear what I thought I just heard, a last-ditch effort to delude myself into believing that this couldn’t really be happening. But, sadly, tragically even, Dad simply says the same thing again.

“Mom and I were thinking how nice it would be for you to make a speech at the party.”

He says it happily, in anticipation, it seems, of all the niceness that will surely be my speech. He says it all just like it’s any other sentence, any other perfectly harmless sentence. He says it all as if what he’s just said won’t, in its own quiet way, kill me.

“A speech?” I ask and the words don’t sound like nails on a chalkboard anymore, now they sound very much like the first two bars of the theme song from Jaws.


My heart has stopped beating. I put my hand to my chest. “A speech, yes,” he says it yet again. I listen to the duh-duh! getting louder and louder in the background.

I sit frozen, phone in hand, and along with the music, I listen to this voice in my head: it’s listening to the Jaws music, too, and it’s shouting at me, quite loudly, “Get your drunk, naked ass out of the ocean, you are about to be eaten alive by a motherfucking GREAT WHITE SHARK!”

And then, there is another voice in my head, one that apparently isn’t listening to the music. This one speaks calmly, softly. It says to me, “Look, so you’ve had this one thing, public speaking, that has scared you more than anything else for your entire life. So it’s your Great White Shark, so it’s your BIG SCARY THING, it’s also your parents’ fortieth wedding anniversary.” The voice pauses for a moment, maybe just to be sure that what it has said has sunk in, and then continues, “You love your parents and your dad has asked this important favor of you, and really,” the voice asks me, “who says no to such a request?”

“Really,” it says again, “who?”

I think for a minute that maybe I do, that maybe I am the person who says no to such a request.

The shark is approaching, faster and faster, bigger and bigger, but somehow, I manage to think how saying no would be so ungrateful, so flippant, and so disrespectful of forty years of marriage. Saying no seems kind of hostile and churlish and as right as I want it to be, I know it would be wrong.

“I’d love to, Dad,” I say, and wonder how much time has actually passed.

Dad says, “Wonderful.”

Somehow I refrain from explaining to him that this is all pretty damn far away from wonderful. Instead, I say, “Great,” and then I say, “okay.”

The okay, I know, is more to calm myself than for any other reason.


There is no more Jaws music. The voices in my head, the frantic one, along with the calm, cool, and collected one, have both fallen silent. I listen, helpless, hopeless, alone, as Dad says, “Okay, then, back to work. Love you, Hope. Talk to you soon.”

“Love you, too, Dad. Bye,” I say, and put down the phone. My heart has started beating, though I wonder if it will ever beat in quite the same way again.

I stare blankly at my computer screen. I try to think how long I’ve been trying to prevent this from happening. Ever since Mr. Brogrann’s tenth grade English class, and the disaster that was my oral report on The Grapes of Wrath, I’ve been petrified, horrified really, of even just the thought of public speaking. Since then, I’ve taken great pains to avoid any sort of public speaking; in fact many decisions in my life, it could be said, have been predicated on keeping this fear at bay. It may seem like a lot, like too much really has stemmed from that day in tenth grade English that began with my freezing in front of the class and ended some horrible twenty minutes later with my throwing up, locked safely in a bathroom stall. But that’s how it happened.

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"Dry and breezy wit...a delightful, funny read for pugs and humans alike. If Bridget Jones kept a must-read book list in her diary, Pug Hill would most certainly be at the top."
with Nancy Levine, authors of The Tao of Pug
Elinor Lipman
"Pug Hill is all at once touching, witty, and so very smart. I love this nervous and self-deprecating narrator who makes low self-esteem not only funny and endearing but enviable. There's a terrific comedic eye at work here and a tender heart-a most satisfying combination."
author of The Pursuit of Alice Thrift

Meet the Author

Alison Pace is the author of the novels If Andy Warhol Had A Girlfriend, Pug Hill, Through Thick And Thin, and City Dog. Her essays have been included in several anthologies including Howl: A Collection Of The Best Contemporary Dog Wit. She lives in New York City where she is at work on another book.

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katiejo More than 1 year ago
I'm a pug owner and I adore the fact that Alison Pace wrote a book about them. This book was sweet and dramatic and thrilling all at the same time. Pace did a good job of keeping me in suspense from page one to page 312. Loved it.
tommygrrl723 More than 1 year ago
The first thing that drew me to this book was the cover. I am a pug owner and a book called "Pug Hill" looked like the perfect light read that I was looking for. I enjoyed this book, but wouldn't go so far as to say that it was excellent, but it makes a very good summer or light read. The character is someone that I (an introvert) can somewhat identify with. In summary: If you want a really engrossing read, than I wouldn't read this book, but if you are looking for a cute, quirky, light read...this is the book for you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just finished Pug HIll and I enjoyed it very much. It's a quick weekend read and the writing style is quirky quiet and introspective. Though it is definitely not a book all about pugs, the love of pugs is on display and it is a charming and touching story that goes into nice detail about the way dogs of all kinds touch our lives.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i loved this book, it is funny, interesting and just awesome. You'll enjoy reading it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I moved from England 9 years ago and am a avid reader of just about anything. My guilty pleasure being womens fiction. There are many exceptional 'Chick Lit Writers' in England. I had hoped to find the same in the US. During my last 9 years I have read many American womens fiction books and their poor excuse for what is described as a 'Fun, witty and enjoyable book' Until Ms Pace, I have been extremely disappointed. Pug Hill made me laugh out loud and who doesn't love the memories of 'Mixed tapes'? I am not a fan of pugs, however this book is so well written even I found a special place for little Kermitt and friends. As for 'A girls' previous comments about the use of commas, I was quite amused by this. With my 2 english degrees and being English grammatically and in every other way,through and through, I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about! This is a great read and I can't wait for the next book by this talented author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a book for people who LOVE pugs, like me because I've heard, "this is the ugly dog in the world". If u r one of thos people l, then don't get this book! I don't even know why u would even be looking at this book if u hate pugs! I still love this book, so I suggest getting this book if u like pugs, GOT THAT? :-D jk still get this book
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wonderful, witty and poignant. A thoroughly enjoyable read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
In Alison Pace¿s charming second novel PUG HILL, Metropolitan Museum of Art conservationist Hope McNeill is an endearingly neurotic basket case. She has a squash- playing boyfriend who she¿s not happy with, a coworker she¿s in 'unrequited' love with, and a fear of public speaking, which suddenly becomes an issue when her parents call and ask her to give a speech for their 40th anniversary. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Hope is like no other character in women¿s fiction. She loves the Zoloft commercial on TV and find comfort in its animated bouncing egg. Her narration is a constant stream of dead- on observations about dating and human nature that will make every reader smile broadly and nod in agreement at least once every few pages. And her main source of solace in Manhattan is Pug Hill, a grassy hill on Central Park¿s east side around 74th Street, where pugs from all over the city convene. No, Hope doesn¿t have a pug herself, but she finds peace, happiness and relaxation in watching the pugs romp and spin around without a care in the world. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ¿For Holly Golightly, there was always Tiffany¿s,¿ Hope says in the book¿s opening paragraph. ¿No matter what was going wrong in her life, she always had Tiffany¿s. For me, there¿s always Pug Hill.¿ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . But even Pug Hill can¿t provide the solace Hope craves when she breaks up with the squash-playing Evan and decides to finally face her fear of public speaking by signing up for a course called Overcoming Presentation Anxiety, which meets on Thursday nights for the next six weeks. Her classmates are wacky 'and one is even a cute guy!', and with the help of frequent visits to Pug Hill and a few embarrassments in class, Hope begins to discover a faith in herself that she never knew she had. Admirably, Pace doesn¿t make the class a cure-all, and Hope is still mired in many of her old insecurities, but watching her grow is refreshing. Readers will find themselves cheering Hope on as she attempts to work through her doubts and fears. . . . . . . . . . . . . Pace, the author of IF ANDY WARHOL HAD A GIRLFRIEND 'one of my favorite books!', has written an incredibly insightful book that is more about self-confidence, family struggles, dating and the issues that confront us all than it is about Hope herself or the specific obstacles she has to face. She has a uniquely singular writing style, and the inner voice that she gives Hope will resonate with anyone who has ever dealt with any sort of insecurity. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The ending, too, is perfectly written, surprising and satisfying. . . . . . . . . . . . . . This book is a must-read. Holly Golightly may have had Tiffany¿s, and Hope McNeill may have had her place in Central Park where the pugs roam. But for me, when I need to feel a little comforted, I¿ll always have Alison Pace¿s PUG HILL.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I picked this book up not only because I'm a dog lover, but because I loved Alison Pace's first book, IF ANDY WARHOL HAD A GIRLFRIEND. I was not disappointed! Same smart, funny writing and a lovable protagonist that I rooted for all the way through. Great read. Can't wait for her next book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It's funny, charming and -- long after I'd finished reading it -- I still think about the characters/story. I'd love it even if it wasn't set in NYC. Highly reccommend!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Tell me about yourself. EVERYTHING. (Wink, wink) Im 15 and a guy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ok. You starrt the sex.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kiss ur hands write in three difrent books look under pellow
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love pugs and that is what inspired me to read pug hill. It is really funny and it made me think about hope mcneils life is so complicated and the only good thing is dogs and pug hill becuase she loves pugs but doesnt have one of her own. A sweet, great book. A must read full of humor and pugs.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It wasn't a terrible book, in fact the parts about pugs were wonderful, but this book was somewhat poorly written and needs a good edit. And there was so much extra petty stuff that I didn't care about like the public speaking and pining for her taken coworker. You're far better off just getting the sequel, A Pug's Tale, which does continue some of the things in this book but functions just fine as a stand-alone and is truly a book about pugs. It was also much better written without tons of fluff like this one. All in all, Pug Hill was ok. And yes, I own a pug myself :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have 2 pugs and i read this book and I loved it i just lost my pug and we got 2 more.I LOVE PUGS. LETS GO RED SOX BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO yankees!!!!!!!!.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book ive ever read! I literally cant put it down! I love pugs and im thrilled to find a book with them. Really, get the book! Allison Pace is amazing!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
In my humble opinion, some of the feedback here is a little harsh, some a little too serious. In the beginning, I didn't understand the sentance structure which made it difficult to read, and, why, the author, used, so, many,commas!!!! ARGH! I didn't think I could on. But I did and I'm glad. The author did lighten up some on the commas which allowed me to focus once again on the story which I truly enjoyed. I laughed several times at the life observations of the main character that is very much like my own. No, it's not all about pugs (which is what prompted me to pick it up in the first place) but the pugs make nice appearances here and there in an enjoyable story.