“What the hell are you?” demanded the squirrel.
When a pair of fugitive Scottish thistle fairies end up transplanted to Manhattan by mistake, both the Big Apple and the Little People have a lot of adjusting to do.
Heather and Morag just want to start the first radical fairy punk rock band, but first they’ll have make a match between two highly unlikely sweethearts, start a street brawl between rival gangs of Italian, Chinese, and African fairies, help the ghost of a dead rocker track down his lost guitar, reclaim a rare triple-bloomed Welsh poppy from a bag lady with delusions of grandeur, disrupt a local community performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and somehow manage to stay sober enough to save all of New York from an invasion of evil Cornish fairies.
If they can stop feuding with each other, that is…
This one was an instant addition to the wishlist from the moment I read Chris’ review and seeing comments about it in reviews of Martin Millar’s latest novel Lonely Werewolf Girl, and after finally nabbing a copy and reading the first chapter. I decided I was in store for a treat.
And I’d like to say I was right, I really would, because all the elements were there for a book I’d enjoy, irreverent humour, fun zippy dialogue, some great likeable characters.
But for me, something just did not gel in the way I was hoping it would, don’t get me wrong I still enjoyed the book (and I’ll likely give Lonely Werewolf Girl a go at some point), just not as much as I was hoping I would.
Buy, The Good Fairies of New York, from Amazon.