This week, I remembered that Iowa City has a library. More accurately, I remembered that the library has books. (We'd been using it for DVDs occasionally already.) So I checked the website, gave the husband a list (like I'm going to go out in a car with no air conditioning when the heat index is 114F/46C, get real), and have been happily reading things since.
The point in mentioning this is that one of the books I've gotten was Inside of a Dog, by Alexandra Horowitz, which someone (don't remember who, sorry) recommended in the comments here, one Saturday after I said I wondered what sorts of things Sheba thinks about. I'm not done with it yet, but it's been educational so far.
I've also read Oryx and Crake (Margaret Atwood). For some reason I'd been unable to get into the first time I picked it up, but I pushed through this time and wound up reading it all in less than a day.
I love Atwood in general (Cat's Eye and The Robber Bride are both very important books to me), and I didn't dislike Oryx and Crake, but it bothers me in some way I can't quite put my finger on. Or maybe more than one way. I don't mean I find it unsettling in the way Atwood meant it to be (it is, after all, more or less a dystopia that turns into an apocalypse, which are things that should be unsettling), more that it feels like Atwood skipped important steps in the plot or the world-building or something. I don't know what it is. (Anybody else happen to read Oryx and Crake recently and want to talk about it by e-mail or something?)
Anyway. I'll let you know about Inside of a Dog.