On a recent book-buying trip (or perhaps not so recent… I can never remember where/when I pick up books), I picked up a book that is definitely not in one of my usual genres:
Since I generally hate animals, I especially hate books about animals. All those books about how much people love their dogs/cats/ferrets? Gross. However, due to the past 15 years that the Harry Potter books have been in my life, I have started to find owls pretty adorable (admittedly, I would probably still be terrified if one flew near me).
I have to tell you: I loved this book. I learned so much about owls that I never knew before! They are such smart, such emotional animals! Of course this is just going to make me cry all the more next time I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (poor Hedwig).