A set of reminiscences that are at turns tedious and wonderfully poetic. I would recommend that the reader pay close attention to Colette's descriptions of animals for maximum payoff. Here's a widowed chameleon: "It was also good to learn from Mme Margat that the small, lovely creature sometimes climbs to the top of a bottle and there reclines her chin on the cork. That in the evening she returns to her solitary abode among the leaves. That she sometimes installs herself in the fruit basket and puts her arm round a banana. That she licks the moist inside of a pear-peeling." And a boxer: "Her name was Gertrude. She used to sit on her creased haunches, like a naked woman, and dream as she stared into the fire. The life of an excitable dog is passing short."