Just as Natasha did, I enjoyed the book enormously. I was totally enthralled and more than wiling to suspend my disbelief in order to enjoy the string of coincidences, good and bad, that were almost magical. It is a charming, humane, warm sort of book with the happy ending that implies.
But there was one flaw I couldn't overlook: Willow is a POC. She tells us, at least twice. And at least once she mentions her hair. And I never believed it for a moment because she never notices a single instance of racism. My sense of realism can't stretch that far into the magical.
Library copy