This book hooked me with The Shaggy Man, entranced me with Polychrome (the daughter of the rainbow), and lost me at Santa Clause. As always, L. Frank Baum introduces us to a menagerie of imaginative, unique, and hilarious characters. In this book, however, for the first time, we find that one of our world's legends is actually from Oz, and I'm honestly not sure how I feel about that. That said, it wasn't a huge part of the book so I tried not to dwell on it too much. 

I did get a good giggle out of Baum's note at the end insisting that this will be the last of the Oz books. Apparently, Oz was to Baum what Sherlock Holmes became to Conan Doyle. Personally, I'm thrilled he didn't stop here!