A cute little novella. To begin with, I was quite captivated by the story of a non-traditional fairytale princess and a dragon whose only joy is to collect dusty papers of the history of all the inhabitants of the land, magic or otherwise. It proposes to show a fairytale from the perspective of a Fairy Godmother, as opposed to the usual omniscient storytelling we usually find there, coming at a time when fairytale re-workings were all the rage.

The writing is solid, but something I cannot put my finger on happened about half-way through and it became... Claggy. Claggy is a northern term that means, you know in summer, when the skin under your breasts gets sweaty and warm and sticky? That's Claggy. It stuck and I felt bored by it, but I also saw a hope that perhaps I might try another book. The plot itself is novella-sized and novella-developed and, although it starts out well, I don't think the length truly encapsulates the imagination of the author quite well enough.