This is book six in a chapter book series K loves. After reading it, I sort of get the attraction. Like cotton candy, it’s mostly fluff, but very sweet. Neither the characters nor the plot are very deep, but it’s certainly no worse than the Nancy Drew mysteries I chain-read in elementary school. It may be a bit better. At least it manages to tell an interesting story in a very constraining format, and for that I applaud it.
Now I’m off to find books with a bit more substance that K might like even better. I wouldn’t stop my girl from eating cotton candy, but I wouldn’t let her try to subsist on it either.
