Tämä sivusto käyttää evästeitä palvelujen toimittamiseen, toiminnan parantamiseen, analytiikkaan ja (jos et ole kirjautunut sisään) mainostamiseen. Käyttämällä LibraryThingiä ilmaiset, että olet lukenut ja ymmärtänyt käyttöehdot ja yksityisyydensuojakäytännöt. Sivujen ja palveluiden käytön tulee olla näiden ehtojen ja käytäntöjen mukaista.
A pet rescue volunteer and literacy outreach coordinator describes her relationship with a three-pound blind cat whose daredevil character and affectionate personality saw the author through six moves, a burglary, and the healing of her broken heart.
Quite simply a lovely book. Homer touched my heart and his proud cat-mama Gwen painted a beautiful portrait of her special needs cat and the lives he impacted. ( )
SO good! I've had this book for years, maybe since it was first published, and finally got around to reading it this month. Homer was a truly amazing cat in so many ways - yet at the same time, so quintessentially a typical cat. The tales of his escapades are delightful, and his mom (author Gwen Cooper) is a wonderful writer. The chapters about Cooper trying to get back to Homer and his feline housemates in the aftermath of 9-11 are particularly heart-wrenching. Homer changed the author's life for the better in many ways, and we can all learn some good life lessons from him. Highly recommended! ( )
Wonderful pet story. You have to have had a bonding experience with a cat to appreciate it fully and I had that one time. Gives you a better view of a disability. Homer was like Daredevil, the superhero. This is a worthwhile read. ( )
In Homer's Odyssey, the reader meets Homer, a tiny blind kitten when Cooper first took him home. The book is based on Homer's disability and his life with Cooper. Cooper's beautiful writing shapes a well-crafted story that begins when Cooper herself was young and underemployed. Later, when Homer and his two sister cats were home alone during the 911 tower attack and Cooper couldn't get home to them for days, my heart was thudding for the poor cats because I'd fallen in love with Homer, as well as Scarlett and Vashti, thanks to Cooper's writing. The most well-written of the memoirs featuring cats that I have read. ( )
I love animal stories...especially ones that are told BEFORE the pet gets old and dies. This was a very nice story about the very-much-alive Homer! ( )
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
All strangers and beggars are from Zeus. And a gift, though small, is precious. Homer, The Odyssey
Omistuskirjoitus
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
For Laurence, always
Ensimmäiset sanat
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The routine when I get home at the end of the day is always the same.
Sitaatit
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
The idea of someone having nothing but love to give, yet being unable to find anybody who wanted that love, struck me as unbearably tragic. (p. 29)
How does he get around? they'll ask. On his legs, I answer. (p. 10)
So I didn't adopt Homer because he was cute and little and sweet, or because he was helpless and needed me. I adopted him because when you think you see something so fundamentally worthwhile in someone else, you don't look for the reasons—like bad timing or a negative bank balance- that might keep it out of your life. You commit to being strong enough to build your life around it, no matter what. (p. 30)
"I feel like Mary," I said to Melissa. When she looked at me quizzically, I added, "you know . . . and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go." (Chapter 4, "The Itty Bitty Kitty Committee," p. 47)
If I was sitting on the couch, he would scale the side of my body until he reached the top of my head, resting there for as long as I could maintain my posture and hold my head level. Catching sight of our reflection in a darkened window one night, with the cone-wearing Homer curled up atop me, I thought we looked like some sort of futuristic half-human, half-satellite cyborg. (Chapter 4, "The Itty Bitty Kitty Committee," p. 48)
For as long as Homer had his stitches in and his cone on, he had to be kept separate from Scarlett and Vashti. The logistics involved in keeping them apart [...] were even more complicated in practice than they sounded in theory. [...] As the days went by, I began to feel like the philandering husband in a romantic French farce, with the constant opening and closing of bedroom doors and doing everything in my power to ensure that the wife and the girlfriend never ran into each other. (Chapter 5, "The New Kid," p. 56)
"Are you sure this is okay? I asked my mother. "I know you guys don't really like cats."
"We love you," my mother replied, "and you love the cats." Then she laughed and said, "Besides, if you think living with cats is the biggest sacrifice your father and I have made as parents, you don't know what being a parent means." (Chapter 7, "Gwen Doesn't Live Here Anymore," p.81)
I wish I could say that I thought these men were overacting their interest in Homer as a way of getting closer to me. Deep down, I suspected that, if anything, the opposite was the case. Many a crestfallen boyfriend over the years, upon being broken up with, would tremulously ask, "Does . . . does this mean I can't see Homer anymore?" (Chapter 16, "Cats and the Single Girl," p. 154)
We went on a few intense dates [...] when he abruptly cancel three dates in a row at the last minute. [...]
When I questioned this man about what was going on, he told me that his father had been an alcoholic, that the trauma of his childhood remained with him [...]
Following the logic of his argument, he was saying that it was okay to hurt me now (surely he must have known that standing me up three times would hurt my feelings) because, some twenty-odd years ago, somebody else had hurt him. It was bad behavior masquerading as self-knowledge. He saw himself as a man who'd made a brave confession, who'd been honest -- and honesty is an indisputable virtue. I saw someone who thought it was okay to transfer his pain onto others because it was easier than handling it himself. (Chapter 16, "Cats and the Single Girl," p.154- 155)
"This is a cat who knows how to live," Laurence said. "he's got this huge world in that little head, and you can tell just by looking at him that every second of every day of his life is an adventure. I only wish," he concluded. "that I could see what that cat hears." (Chapter 24, "Reader, I Married Him," p.283)
Viimeiset sanat
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
And finally, the two of us—Homer and I—had found another person whose own heart was big enough to carry us all.
A pet rescue volunteer and literacy outreach coordinator describes her relationship with a three-pound blind cat whose daredevil character and affectionate personality saw the author through six moves, a burglary, and the healing of her broken heart.
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