Just another GR refugee. Other than that, I had a stroke in 2004, and read almost anything I can get my hands on, though I have a particular weakness for history, mystery, and historical fiction.
This is an odd book, even for Zelazny.
I like the illustrations in every chapter, and also the spareness of the prose. (By this time in his career Zelazny was an old hand at "tell only what you have to in order to get the job done," and it shows.)
Additionally, if you're looking for an unusual narrator, look no further. This one's a dog, and no ordinary dog, at that.
A light, amusing read for the oncoming season.