I remember my father reading out bits and pieces of Peter Pan to me.
And I remember having an enormous book, probably as big as I was myself, with beautiful pictures of Neverland, Wendy and dreadful Tinker Bell whom I disliked so much, even though she was so pretty.
Fairy Dust and the Quest for the Egg took me straight back to that vision of Neverland. It helps that the book in my hands was one of those where I could have spent hours just looking at the pictures and smelling the pages. With its thick glossy paper, and several double pages of vivid, detailed pictures, the story came alive.
Like so many tales from Disney, Fairy Dust and the Quest for the Egg was filled with emotions that are essentially, beautifully human. I enjoyed the tale of adventure and sacrifice. I got so absorbed in the story after a while that I finished the book and then turned back to look at the pictures once more. As always, I enjoyed the idea of a quest against all odds and the beauty of love. I identified with the child-like expression of the desire to belong. Prilla, Rani and Vidia – each of the fairies was real to me in a book that I would recommend to young readers everywhere.