I’m trying to work out how easy it really would be to write the kind of humour you get in a book like the third dragonsitter story by Josh Lacey. I read it and think, ‘I could do that.’ But I suspect that’s wrong. What I should be saying is ‘I wish I could write like that.’ Because I do. Wish.
Deceptively simple, is what it is. And funny. Even when you’ve read the first two dragonsitter books and know what to expect, it is fun. I’d like to be an eight-year-old boy, getting to read this kind of thing and realising what a wonderful world you find in books. (No, I wouldn’t actually. Never eight again. And probably not a boy, either.)
Loveable, if capricious, dragons are always nice. I like Ziggy. She’s a sensible girl. For a dragon.
And we finally find out about Edward’s dad. And Wales. And there are canapés.
It’s a nicely seasonal book, so save it for the Christmas holidays. Parties. Fireworks. You know.
(That picture of baby Arthur sleeping on a hot water bottle is so sweet! I think I might love Garry Parsons.)
‘The insurance man said he’d never heard that one before.’