Let the Dog Drive Review
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I honestly donít know where to begin with this book -- other than by telling you that just thinking about it makes my head spin. Let me try to explain the story a little bit, and maybe youíll understand.

Itís about an 18-year-old kid named Bud. Budís the grandson of a famous detective novelist and the son of a man who spied on movie stars for a living (before dying under the foot of a hippo) and a monstrous woman who preaches on television. After Bud shoots his motherís assistant, he takes to the road to escape -- and thatís when he meets Sylvia Cushman, a woman twice his age who lets him come along for the ride. He becomes obsessed with the bizarre woman (and her favorite poet, Emily Dickinson). And when their time together is over, Bud continues on to New England, in search of Emily -- and Sylviaís son. Somehow, he becomes wrapped up in the lives of Sylvia, her young son whoís allergic to pretty much everything, and her tyrannical husband whose ears amplify the slightest sound, forcing them to live in a padded home (and let's not even talk about her husband's job or what he does to poor, defenseless animals). Budís obsession drives him to follow Sylvia around the country -- and somehow, in there somewhere, he learns something aboutÖ something. But Iím not sure what. Therein lies the problem.

This book is dizzying -- but thatís not really the problem. The problem is that itís pointlessly dizzying. Or perhaps thereís a point -- one that only the author really understands. Whatever the case, I wanted to put this book away for good after the first few pages. I only continued reading because I had a long flight ahead of me, and it was the only book in my carry-on. But it didnít excite me -- nor did it really grab my attention. This oneís on its way to the used bookstore.

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