Flannery’s grandmother is a witch. Charms, herbs, cottage on the edge of town, and all the trimmings. Flannery, on the other hand, is not so keen – until a younger boy with a crush gets hurt running after her, and a handsome fairy on a motorcycle rescues her from death’s dark clutches. Then it gets complicated, and both she and the boy must work to find a way out of fairyland.
I’m not a fan of urban fantasy or supernatural romance, and this is both. On the other hand, it’s also A. A. Attanasio. The result is a surprising, poetic, and intelligent but flawed story built from off-the-shelf ingredients. Attanasio gets a little carried away with the language, and parts of the story are overwritten, which is unusual for him. It’s distracting and unfortunate, but not a major barrier to enjoyment.
I’m not too sure Wiccans would appreciate their characterization in the story, and it again feels like an unusual misstep for the tolerant, progressive Attanasio. In addition to using standard props, some of the story’s action is on the thin side – a little too easy, and the logic gets a bit ragged toward the end.
All in all, enjoyable for its language, but not one of Attanasio’s stronger efforts.