I feel the dread of finishing any book these days… so many start off fun, well written, with promising premises — and then do not have the sustaining power to deliver all the way through. Just started book 34 this morning, a random (judged by the cover and title) choice, and really am savoring it. There is something new and unusual, slightly melancholy but full of cool imagination: just the kind of children’s books I love. Let’s hope this is a winner (for me and my young readers!)