Thumbs up for Owl In Love
A were-owl falls in love with her science teacher. Then, the plot thickens: but I’ll say no more of that. I’m unsure why I never read this book before. For at least two years now, it’s been catching my eye from the shelf at the bookstore where I work. I once read the first paragraph and loved it, but in spite of that I deemed a young adult fantasy romance an unnecessary addition to my reading list (a foolish move, it seems). But ever since that encounter, I’ve looked on it fondly every time I file that section; I was happy for it once when it sold, and then glad to see it again when it came back. Now I am very happy indeed to have actually read it. It is not a romance, exactly, though it certainly deals with love. It is witty, and poetic, and wise, and quite frankly perfect. From now on I will be smiling at it like an old friend as it looks down at me from my shelf. I dare you to read this first paragraph and not be in the slightest bit intrigued:
I am in love with Mr. Lindstrom, my science teacher. I found out where he lives and every night I perch on a tree branch outside his bedroom window and watch him sleep. He sleeps in his underwear: Fruit of the Loom, size 34.
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