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Ferret Friday #13-Property Ferret

This semester, I have been enjoying the Property book selected by our professor. The book was written by John G. Sprankling and Raymond R. Coletta, and I have found the book to be very approachable. I have really enjoyed the interactive elements that make the book quite engaging. The authors seem to have a sense of humor as this line from the preface indicates: "As authors, we own any errors in the text, at least until someone with better title comes along."

Instead of making the study of law as painful as possible with archaic language and cases that are difficult to fathom, the authors seem to have sifted through related cases until they found the most interesting ones to illustrate the rules. With many text books this year, I have spent much time flipping through a legal dictionary just to decipher the lesson. So far, that is not the case with this book; the authors have used language that is easy to follow. I am not saying that important legal terms have been left out of the book. When legal terms do appear, they are illustrated and defined.

Today, my enjoyment of the book turned to outright love when I came across this passage:
John G. Sprankling & Raymond R. Coletta, Property: A Contemporary Approach 162 (West Academic 3rd ed. 2015).
Of course, owners of ferrets know that sentence is pure fiction--any self-respecting ferret would be pouncing on the turning pages of the newspaper. I give the authors credit for creativity though; they found a way to bring property law into the 21st century. Perhaps their misunderstanding of ferret nature can be forgiven due to lack of personal experience with ferrets since the authors teach in California where ferrets are illegal.
So, those of you who laugh at the connection I make between ferrets and the law, this is yet another example of ferret domination!

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