Mr. Evans's work "Beasts of New York" is one of those tomes that stick with you for a very longtime. I was immediately taken aback, when I realized that all of the characters are animals. In this book, humans play a tertiary role, as the animals confront the effects of humanity's collective abuse of nature. Their behaviors are reflective of complex entities struggling to make wise life choices, while also having to deal with the effects of humans and machines on their environment. I don't want you to leave with the impression that this book is some sort of philosophical diatribe, because it most certainly is not. I think Mr. Evans exceeds all expectations, in the amount of energy that he expands in bringing his characters and their environments to life, while also allowing us to grow a bond with them. I feel that this balance, is perhaps, one of the most difficult to strike in all of fiction writing. A book rich in detail, whose characters are aloof, is one in which few people will build a literary shelter- that is unless your an Ayn Rand fan. However, where Mr. Evans does clearly struggle is in ending a story. Yet, even in this there is a certain beauty. One immediately senses that he adores and loves his characters even more than he lets on. The amorphous hawk or cute squirrels are all the same, something to be cherished and adored. In it you will find, hints of some of the greatest naturalists, such as Ralph Waldo Emerson or Henry David Thoreau. Their earlier works being reflected in the rich details that Mr. Evans hones in on, when describing the book's world, whether it be Central Park, an ocean, or a seedy sewer. I think that there are also allusions to human traits within his characters, the rats are conniving salesman, while the squirrels are noble but petty and divided. Ultimately, the characters' personalities grow and change over time -this is also tough to accomplish in fiction writing- as they form alliances and/or stumble across lie altering events. I can't stress enough, the fun that I had following along with these characters. I still joke around with my wife, mentioning the name "Patches" as if it were a holy site. I even called a lady that I met in Whitehorse, Canada, Patches: I did so because her small frame, delicate voice, yet adventurous spirit reminded me of the chief protagonist in the story. Such is the strength of Mr. Evans's writing in this book. I am proud to recommend this book to all of you, whether you are an adult or a teenager, I believe that this book will not only appeal to you but also change you. Mr. Evans thank you for giving me a new take on nature, one which a city boy like me, would never have been able to adopt where it not for you and your fabulous story.