This is a gorgeous little book. It takes about five minutes to read, but I recommend slowing down, letting it linger, slurping a cup of tea. It’s pretending to be for children but it’s actually for grown-ups too.
Love That Dog is told in diary/poem form by Jack in Miss Stretchberry’s class, as they study poetry and are encouraged to write their own. At first, Jack isn’t so sure about this whole poetry malarkey:
I don’t want to
don’t write poetry.
But Jack continues to write – about not understanding everything but enjoying the sounds, about poems he likes and those he doesn’t, and about what makes a poem a poem (short lines, he decides). He has a go at modelling poems on some he has liked, and, importantly, writes about his dog Sky.
This book is basically everything I was trying to say in On Poetry, but in that oddly accidently eloquent voice of a child. I loved it. I loved Jack. I’m going to go read it again.