This book is an exciting and engaging story of a boy named George and his dragon, whom he nicknames Spitfire. It's an appropriate name, not just because the dragon can spit fire but because boy and dragon eventually find themselves flying alongside real Spitfires (and other planes) over Britain. The time is the Second World War, which immediately puts this adventure tale a cut above other fantasies involving dragons, even those set in modern times or in urban settings. By involving dragons in human events at a time when civilization hung in the balance, author Philip Tolhurst makes an already epic battle even more important and compelling. The character of George is a sympathetic one, a lad who not only appeals to other teens but also to older (even much older) readers who can recall what it was like when the world seemed wider and magic nearer than it is now, and the idea of a "boy's own adventure" tale was more believable. However, the book has a serious drawback which may impede your enjoyment of the story, though how much it does so depends upon how serious a grammarian you are. The constant and frequent misuse of commas in direct address (There is a tremendous difference between "I am George" and "I am, George"), and the incorrect punctuation and capitalization for attributions detracted, for me at least, from the telling of the story. Other people may not be so affected (or not to the same degree) but the errors made the mechanics of reading quite laborious, as each error was, for me, equivalent to a stop stop sign. Had not the story been so engaging and so otherwise well told, I might have given up. But I didn't.