I like pet memoirs. I read them a lot. Marley and Me, My Dog Skip, you name it, I've sobbed over it. I also like women-finding-themselves memoirs. Like thousands of other women, I flipped raptly through Eat, Pray, Love, planning my own trip to Italy to eat my way to self-discovery. The two are entirely different beasts, really. While the chick-lit books usually detail the author's myriad trials in search of the ultimate love with the man of her dreams, most of the well known dog memoirs ... Read more »