This is a book more suited for a parent to read to their children at night in bed, or for a lonely middle school nerd girl to read during her lonely lunch breaks. It's a funny book for a grown man to read to himself, but it is the winter, and there is a lot of snow, and it was the coziest thing to read.
Which is not to say it is a well-written book: there are too many characters, all with similar names, and plot holes amid a meandering plot which seems quite obviously made up as it went along.
More annoying is how repetitive and talky it is. It has the most repetitive do-nothing dialogue I have ever seen! Repetitive, planning and expositional dialogue has a certain cozy-making quality to it, but a whole book filled with it is another matter.
I'm not going to bother finding an example of repetitive dialogue in the book because they make up the whole book and that would be boring. Instead, I am going to make up a little snippet of dialogue that COULD have appeared in the book, and this then will also serve to be the first and last piece of Dragon Winter fan fiction.
"I don't think this is the right way at all," Morley said timidly. "My whiskers are bristling terribly, and I don't see how we can ever find our way in this darkness."
"Morley is right," said Basil. "It is awfully dark in here, and I can't see my paws in front of me."
"What we need now is a plan to get through this darkness," Bramble said with conviction. "Granny, what do you think we should do?"
"I think we should go on ahead, and plan what we should do after that when we come to it," the old she-badger responded. "I'm sure if Gruff was here he would know what to do."
"What I'd like to do right now is eat a scone and have a nice cup of tea," grumbled Stump. "Then I would sit and take out a nice book to read by the fire."
"We'd better keep going on, if we want to avoid those killer wolves, and the fire," added Acorn.
"Don't forget mankind," chirped in Basil. "I wouldn't want to be around when they're around, either."
"Oh, I don't think all mankind is so bad," Granny said. "I've heard Gruff talk of some mankind that were decent sort, even though they weren't animals."
"Mankind! Bah!" Stump snorted. "If you've met one man, you've met them all."
"What do you think we should do, Bramble?" Branch asked her mate.
"I think we should get through this darkness, and plan what we should do next."
"Maybe there's treasure at the end of this tunnel!" Bumble exclaimed.
"Yeah! And dragons!" Added Cabbage.
And so on....
Ah, it flows so easily from me, like a trance of automatic writing! Try it yourself: dog-peddling in prose form, an author adding pages to stay afloat while his mind racks over what will happen next. Now imagine a book chock full of this!
But INCREDIBLY repetitive dialogue aside, the trance-like state one needs to read through Dragon Winter was a pleasant and warm one, and one I mostly enjoyed. I was however disappointed that (spoiler!) no actual Dragon Winter develops, no winter at all to speak of. But I was relieved that this book was secretly not Part I of some massive fantasy series I would find no joy in completing, as the meandering plot made it seem there would be no possible way for it to tie up all its lose ends by the end, though it thankfully did.