I only made it 50 pages in and scanned a few other entries. Written by a woman who thinks she's clever and likes to hear herself talk. Read by women who have way too much time on their hands and who mistake silliness for humor. If there were red hat clubs in the 1930s, this book would be for them.

Here's an example (I could have included a lot more):

"Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies! Oh, look at all the firefolk sitting in the air! My father has set up a telescope, its three legs dug into soft sand, its questing proboscis peering inquisitively into the peculiar mysteries of the sky."

Oh brother.