The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein
(a story about a dog who speaks)
When Enzo was picked out of the litter, he says of the person who was to be his owner:
'It was my first glimpse of the rest of my life.'
Some more word-pictures -
About driving in the rain - Drive 'very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don't want to break them.'
I particularly liked this one - 'Memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present.'
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