Looking for a romp in the countryside with a dash of the ole magic thrown in? What if we add a piskey, a mysterious faery, and the possibility of other haberdashery? While this story didn’t stretch me emotionally or mentally, it did lead me on an adventure in a more traditional sense.
This is more of a thrilling read for all ages than a character driven story. If you are looking for a deep, emotionally moving story, this isn’t it, but if you want to experience the likes of Narnia and tales of old, this tale will be of the same thread. Adventure is in the air and the piskeys’ have stories to share, will you sit in to listen?
The key to the captivation of this unwinding story is the spell of anticipation the author weaves over us that perhaps there is more to Claire than a dusty skin disorder. That maybe this disgusting disease is really something beautiful, that maybe Claire is something beautiful.
In fact we know that there has to be more when the boy of legend is mentioned, Peter Pan. A boy who has his own pixie who sprinkles dust everywhere in a fashion after Claire. And so the anticipation begins, when will Claire figure it out? When and how will she meet the boy of legend?
These are the story questions that captivated me and brought me back when I had thought I would put the book down after a slow beginning had waylaid me, but in the end, I had to know if she figured it all out.
This story is lilted with melancholy and some tough truths, but it lifts the heart and mind like you’re flying with pixie dust.