For a portion of Susan Wilson’s latest “feel good” book, ONE GOOD DOG, it’s quite possible that you won’t feel good at all while reading it. In fact, you might want to pummel the main character senseless. Then pummel him some more.
Why? Aside from being the to-be President and CEO of a gigantically corporate cosmetic firm, 46-year-old Adam March is arrogant, intolerant and selfish. He only eats fancy granola imported from Norway. And he has willingly married a vapid social climber obsessed with “being seen” and “supporting the right charities” while flitting between one of their three houses equipped with countless underpaid s