Ted, the narrator, has a special friend, Lily, who is both very short and very long. Lily is a dachshund.
Ted is distraught when he discovers a growth on Lily’s head, a growth he likens to an octopus. As the story develops, we learn a lot about forty-two year-old Ted and why his relationship with Lily is so important to him. As a dog-lover, I enjoyed many of the interactions between Ted and Lily. I talk to my dog all the time. In Lily and the Octopus, Lily answers, which for me strained the believability. Even the evil octopus talks.
Although possibility or probability for me was dampened, I thought the book delightful in many respects. I put aside my dislike of fantasy and simply enjoyed the touching and whimsical story. Anyone who loves dogs would find kinship with Ted and his dog.
Lily and the Octopus is an emotional tribute to the love between a pet and its human. People usually outlive their dogs and author Steven Rowley does a good job of describing the wrenching experience of losing a beloved pet.
I found this quote from the book memorable: “A heart is judged not by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.” Despite the fantasy, there is much to be admired about this novel. It’s more than charming; it is a profound message about love and acceptance.
Nice to read an honest appraisal — warts and all.
Thank you for the comment. I did enjoy this book, even though it wasn’t my typical type of reading pleasure.
I’ve read this book and also many of its reviews. Once again, however, you managed to capture the essence of the story in a unique way. I love your reviews Mary!
Thank you for your comment, Patricia. This was a book club selection, or I might have missed it.