This is the book of Dewey Readmore Books, a cat who began his association with the Public Library in Spencer, Iowa, on a day in which the weather was somewhere around -30 C without the wind-chill factoring in (the book lists it at -15 F). Of course, before we learn that fact, we get a history lesson about why Iowa is such a great place to live.
The book then goes on to explain a bit about how the kitten was allowed to stay in the Library—despite parental concerns about allergies and some crazy lady threatening to bring her cow in there if the cat didn't leave—and onto how he got his full name.
The book, unfortunately, falls off topic a lot, delving into much large issues of the time that have no relation to the cat's actions or existence. In fact, the author also took the opportunity to air out all the problems in her life (some against the express wishes of her family, according to the text) and that, along with the constant raising of Iowa on some sort of social pedestal, just soured the whole book for me. The general impression I got was of one of those parents who put their children on reality shows so they can exploit their talents and make a living as their agents. The book should have been about Dewey, instead more than half ended up being about the author, or the depression (financial, not strictly emotional) that was overtaking the town and country.
At the end, the book also seems to get strange about time. There's a reference to The Lion King in a section that seems to be taking place in 1989 (I was older than 5 when that movie came out, in fact, I believe it came out closer to 1994-1995). The confusion is even present when Dewey finally passes away. While it is certainly an emotional scene, the year remains somewhat unclear due to a strange choice to splice at least one chapter out of chronological order.
While other pet books could get away with insertion of the author's personal life into the narrative without effecting the rating I would give them ("Marley and Me" comes to mind as an example of such a book), this book was not advertised as that of the woman who ran a Library and the cat who happened to have lived there for many years, but rather the story of that cat and his effect on Spencer, Iowa.
[As I doubt that I would be tempted to reread this book (I may have been, if there was less off-topic personal stuff tossed in it), I donated my copy to the local Library.]