This is one of any number of books my parents got for me under the assumption that they feature animals heavily and so therefore I would like them; unfortunately this one only sort of transiently featured animals and I came away hating the author.

Philosophically fascinated by the kind of person who hates zoos but takes a dozen turtles from Virginia and decides to keep them in NYC. Which is just sort of the surface level of “guy who says he loves animals but only as a way to buffer his own ego” that we’ve got going on here.