Claiming they must be suffering from some sort of weltschmerz, he and the dogs become 'regulars' at a nearby veterinarian's office. This is an adorable story about a young man, Johnathan Trefoil, who is alienated from his job and his girlfriend, and projects his feelings onto the two dogs he is taking care of for his brother. Go ahead, enjoy it with a coffee and a croissant. Why? Is she simply so blessed with talent that she can toss off a quintessential Chucklit novel with her morning’s second coffee? Actually, yes, I think that’s probably the explanation. The wonder is that Meg Rosoff has penned it. This is a delightfully light and frothy Chucklit novel. But who would he invite to his funeral? Wait, did he say, “funeral?” Obviously he meant, “wedding.” Well, you can fill in the rest. And now Julie’s decided that they should take advantage of an opportunity from her employer, the magazine Bridal-360, to stage a live-streamed wedding they should just go ahead and get married. And he’s afraid that underworld figures will arrive on his doorstep and insist that he give up his apartment on extremely short notice. It’s just that they don’t seem to like Julie. Jonathan loves the dogs and they seem to like him. Or it would be if Jonathan didn’t also have responsibility for two dogs, Dante and Sissy, which his brother left in his care when he went off to work in Dubai.

And at some point his beautiful and thoroughly business-like girlfriend, Julie, will move to New York as well and everything will be perfect. He gets an apartment in lower Manhattan that is just a bit too good to be true. He gets a job at the same firm where his best friend works.

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