A boy accidentally releases a terrible red dragon from the magical Book of Beasts. His first attempt to make it right is clever—maybe clever enough, in some lesser storybook—but no, it doesn't work: the boy must face the dragon himself.
The way Edith Nesbit gets her hero into and out of this predicament is the defining quality of the book. There is peril, yes, and bravery, and adventure—but none of the grim, visceral struggle or the emotional sound and fury of, say, Margaret Hodges’s Saint George and the Dragon. Instead the turns in the plot are surprising, lighthearted, silly even—yet clever, with a certain satisfying fairy-tale logic.
The illustrations (like the prose) are airy, comic, and marvelous.
This is an abridged, picture-book version of Nesbit’s original story (in The Book of Dragons, which I also recommend). Perhaps because it wasn't originally intended for a picture-book audience, the story will be a vocabulary builder for young children. Grown-ups will find much to savor here.