I appreciated this author's approach to anthropomorphization. The animals in his stories talk, think, and experience human emotion, but they are still quite bestial. The lives of many forest animals are uncertain, violent, and fraught with danger, and no animal is guaranteed a long life. In "Pork," characters I came to like sometimes died suddenly and randomly, or turned out to be rather vicious creatures. I also appreciated how well the author matched personalities with different kinds of animals. Each kind of animal - stoat, squirrel, mouse, etc. - had its own uniquely flavored personality. Nice stuff.
Further, I liked the author's prose. His language is crisp, his descriptive phrases are wonderful, and he has an ear for dialogue.
Still, these stories didn't really grab my interest. The stories were simple, and there was no real meat to them. There was nothing bigger in them than the small fables, adventures, and tribulations of forest animals.
I can imagine someone disagreeing, and saying, "The animals are quite human, and the book's audience can relate to them in a meaningful way!" I agree to an extent; the audience can relate to the animals. But the tone and style of the stories, which are often like fables or storybooks, prevent the characters from seeming real, and make them lack the depth and meaning of real people and emotion.
I don't recommend reading this if you really want to sink your teeth in to a book. Further, I don't recommend this if you're looking to be swept away, to be dragged and held down in a fictional world. While interesting in its own way, this book is not very compelling.