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My Fair Godmother

I just finished reading My Fair Godmother by Janette Rallison, a delightful romp through fairy-tale land sponsored by Chrysanthemum Everstar, a so-so fairy godmother (therefore, just "fair"). When Savannah's boyfriend breaks up with her to start dating her older sister, Savannah wishes for a prince to take her to a ball and Chrissy (the only fair godmother) turns her into Cinderella--eight months before the ball.

Cute book. Well done. No loose threads. No heaving bosoms. No vampires. What more could a girl ask for these days?

Next up:The London Eye Mystery by Siobhan Dowd.

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  1. AmeliaApril 8, 2009 at 8:49 AM

    Ooooh. Fun. Will have to add it to my ever-growing list. I am reading The Thief Lord right now. Not fantasy, but so far well written. Have you read it?

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  2. Ginger JohnsonApril 8, 2009 at 10:59 AM

    No. Cornelia Funke, right? I've taken it out from the library multiple times, even started it, but never got into it. It's still on my list, and I expect I'll get to it someday. Let me know if you like it.

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