What the Dog Saw

Note to Moxie: If you keep doing this to my books, I will stop loving you. I thought Malcolm would be safe on our floor because David and I were both home & she usually destroys things only when we leave her here alone (& usually only my things, so I was somewhat maliciously gleeful that David is finally a victim - this is his book). She is getting sneakier, gutsier, and less forgiven with each new book crime. Stupid beast.

David decided we needed to read this book together because it starts with an essay about ketchup and we were talking about ketchup. It stressed me out at first (we already have 3 other books we should finish first!), but I'm glad he introduced me and What the Dog Saw. It is just the sort of thing we enjoy reading together: essays about topics ranging from Cesar Millan's dog training to the FBI's techniques for serial killer profiling. There were more essays about Enron than I preferred, but otherwise, this was a lovely book.

I can't decide if I prefer this to the other Gladwell book I've read, Outliers. I really enjoy Gladwell's writing style in general - his enthusiasm is contagious (um, except in the second and third essays that mentioned Enron, at least in my case). Suffice it to say they are both great reads. In her own weird way, even Moxie approves.