The Art of Racing in the Rain

I was excited for The Art of Racing in the Rain because it is written from the dog Enzo's point of view. However, this is in no way what I expected. Yes there are scenes that scream dog, but most of the book is too human.

What I expected was something similar to Watership Down. A world translated into what Enzo believed it should be based on his experiences. Instead there is a supposed dog who knows way too much about racing and can spout philosophy. And the best part? TV taught him everything.

And the racing....the entire first half was about race cars. I suppose if you are a fan of the subject like the author seems to be then it would probably be great. I don't care about racing and the analogies on life it teaches.

By the time tragedy strikes the family I could care less. I didn't know anything about the family. I never had a chance to bond with the characters, let alone grieve with them.

How was this a bestseller? How?