Title: The Dog Walker’s Diary
Author: Kathryn Donahue
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Madeline Berger
Editor: Kelsy Thompson
Daniel Ashe has reason to believe he is incapable of falling in love. He certainly has no romantic interest in Annie, the odd Irish woman he hired to walk his dogs – but every night he comes home to find she has left him a new and fantastical story about their secret lives. His dachshund is a buccaneer on the high seas, his retriever recounts a past life as a circus lion, and Daniel is cast time and again as a romantic hero.
As her stories become the highlight of his day, Daniel realizes that Annie is embedding hints about her own astonishing past, and he has to ask himself if he’s truly incapable of falling in love after all.
Kathryn Donahue is a freelance writer and former tongue-in-cheek advice columnist for The Deepwell Press. Her humor essays have been published in First Sunday, and she won the Spotlight Award for her one-act play The Sty. Her debut novel, The Dog Walker’s Diary, is a Forward finalist for Indie Book of the Year. It earned a coveted star review from Publishers Weekly, ( “… a diverting delight from beginning to end,”) and a four star rating from RT Book Reviews, (“… one of the most remarkably unique contemporary romances this year.”) Ms. Donahue is completing a new novel, and working on a screenplay.
5 +++++ STARS
A Top 10 Read for 2018 and an All-Time Favorite Read
The Dog Walker’s Diary is one of those rare books in which the storyline, the emotions, and the characters just come together flawlessly to create a perfect read! I will go ahead and tell you that this book is in the top 10 reads for me for 2018 as well as an all-time favorite read!
Who knew two people could fall in love by writing to one another in a dog walking journal!!! This is just one of the elements of this book that made it so very witty and clever. Daniel is a literary agent that has given up on love and somewhat on his own dream of being a writer. When he hires Annie, he really has no clue how much his life is going to change.
Both Daniel and Annie are quirky characters that will stay with me for quite some time. Oh my gosh, Daniel has a hilarious phobia of redheads, and guess what…Annie is an Irish redhead. He reaction to seeing her the first time is priceless and very FUNNY!
Not only is this a romance, but it’s several stories wrapped up into one book. How the writer did that so well amazed me! For example, there were diary entries chronicling the secret lives of his dogs, along with some twists added in as well.
I have two favorite things in life…dogs and books! So, I couldn’t wait to grab this book. I’m also a dog Mom to two yellow labs myself, and I had high hopes for this book. My expectations were blown out of the water. Donahue’s writing was flawless. I always say there is a difference between a story and a book. A story captures my mind and my heart, and this book did that. Donahue is much more that just a writer; she is a storyteller. We don’t have enough of those in this day and age, and I’m so excited to see what she has in store for her readers next!!!!
Thursday, 5:00 a.m.
Your stories are back in here, but during their short hiatus to my office I showed them to my boss. After reading them, Peter took off his glasses and said, “So you’re telling me that this woman leaves you a new fairy tale every night?”
“Yes. Every night.”
“Then you know what she is, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“This Irish woman. Do you know what she is?”
I shook my head. “What are you talking about? What is she?”
“Wake up, Daniel. That dog walker of yours is a Scheherazade.”
Annie, you didn’t respond to my invitation, and in looking back I can see how easily it could be misconstrued. If I were a woman, alone and in a different country, I might not agree to meet a semi-stranger for coffee either, even if I had been entertaining him for days with fantastical stories.
So please, allow me to make myself less of a stranger.
I am known by a small but select group of females as a heartless jerk incapable of falling in love. Each in turn soon gave up on me, more with a sad shake of the head than with dishes flying. It has happened so often that I have to concede the ladies are right. Apparently I have skipped or tripped over some developmental step that makes me incapable of true intimacy. I’ve made my peace with that, and recently have been lucky enough to meet Victoria, a lady who seems to suffer the same affliction. (Does that make us soul mates or soul-less mates?)