A Fire Within, Dull and Treacly Without
"Hrrr Durr" said that dragon. If you missed it the first time, don't worry, they'll point this out like 50 other times, because it's very poignant that the dragons are...well, special.
This book is so lame. I realize this was a much lower reading level thanI thought it would be, but even my 7 yr old niece would find this book too overly precious, tautological, and redundant. There's clay dragons that are magical and cry purple fire tears and go hrr (DONT FORGET IT) -but fuck that! We all know you came to this book , that has on a dragon on the cover,for the squirrels.
What's that, squirrels, you say? Yes, this book is 97% squirrels, 3% the mystery of whether some clay dragon is real or not. To be more specific, a little girl trying to find some mangy one eyed squirrel, and then some guy making up stories about it/ tying to find it. And then they do and SPOILERS it dies.
The main character is a 20 yr old guy who spends way too much time hanging out with his tenants 11 yr old daughter, but there's probably nothing weird going on as he come off as extremely dull and slow, not to mention he still sleeps with his teddy bear while his tenant sings him dragon lullabies.
I'm sorry, there's whimsical and then there's trying too hard. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for suspending my disbelief in fantasy stories, but in this book there was no fantasy, and no mystery. Did it really take 300 pages to figure out the clay dragons were alive when it was obvious from probably the second page? And even if you like squirrels, there's no insight into their story either, this isn't Watership Down , its watered down pabulum filled with the worst kind of repetetive filler, a non-story squirrel search, and pure cheesiness. Don't think I'll read the next volume.