Status Updates From No Flying In The House

This book contains a talking dog that is three inches long and the mother figure to a small girl.

I reread a children's novel from my childhood while I was staying at my parents' house. The only thing I remembered about it, other than the flying, was its premise that only fairies can kiss their own elbow (try it and see).

A lot of the kids' novels from my childhood hold up well on rereading as an adult, even a strange and lesser-known one like this. The prose and characterization are just plain good.

expecting to get through this in under an hour this book was my childhood