When it came in the mail, I thought it was a joke, this tiny little book. It was hardcover, the size of a pack of cigarettes and about as heavy in my palm as a bird. There was no jacket, just the name — Devotion: A Rat Story — and a rat, embossed in gold.
I read it in an hour, maybe a little less— it's just a hundred pages or so. An appetizer, I thought. A snack.