When I was a child, my Nana gave me books that were my father's childhood stories. The Adventures of Dr. Dolittle was one of them.
I have always loved animals, and I used to think it was possible to talk to them. I remember after reading this I was dismayed when my childhood lab named Pretzel wouldn't talk back to me in English. And I began to think maybe they really couldn't speak because I loved him so much and if he wouldn't speak, maybe it wasn't true they could. But I held onto the possibility that someday he would speak to me in my language. And I maybe drove the adults (my mother) in my life crazy with my whining the pretzel still wouldn't talk to me.
I have a fuzzy recollection of the adults (parents and aunts/uncles/nana) around me telling me that Lofting's book was just fiction, and Pretzel or any animal would never talk to me. Even though I thought that adults knew everything, I remember suspending reality, hoping that maybe just this one time they were wrong. And I would practice over and over with my dog.
Now as an adult who has seen many decades of life, I still believe we can talk to animals. Even though they don't speak the same language as a human being, they do talk to us. Jane Goodall has proven that to be true. And most cat and dog owners are able to communicate with their animals. I know mine understand their names, and understand some words. And also when I'm in the woods, I recognize the "voices" of certain birds and can tell if their calls and songs are for mating or to signify danger. So that's communicating, even if not the way, Dr. Dolittle could.
I wouldn't say that this book influenced me to love animals the way I do, as I already had a strong connection to them before I read the book. But I do know that it strengthened my love for animals and created a curiosity in me about communicating with them. And so, I loved this book. I'd say it inspired me and made me think in question. That's good literature.