What a load of crap. The Kool-Aid leaves a nasty aftertaste. If this book is trying to tell us to stop trying to be extraordinary and that the new world will belong to the ordinary, I guess it's an average, mediocre, run-of-the-mill example of how that works. I would rather see our children (both sons and daughters) strive to go beyond that. In a false dichotomy, we are being asked to give up a beautiful glass kingdom (revolutionary socialists will note the "It was held together by duct tape, glue, and peasants." line)for one that apparently consists of sturdy houses made of mud bricks. In this magical world, we can't possibly have things turn out better, they just have to be serviceable. I don't see any extolling of virtue, any reward for goodness, it's just "You go, girl! Get your hands dirty and you'll change the world! Don't let the Man keep you down!" Cue Helen Reddy.
Leaving its eye-rolling "Message" aside, this book reads like a third-grader's attempt at writing a paint-by-numbers fairy tale. The "third-time's-a-charm" idea is delivered in such a dull manner. Someone (author, editors) needs to read some real fairy tales to understand why they have endured. This is just so flat.
Design is ugly too - the different typefaces, weights, and font sizes again remind me of what happens when third-graders get hold of desktop publishing software. Where is the art? Where is the beauty? Yup, exactly.
I will look elsewhere for inspiring tales of extraordinary girls.