For those of you that adored Alice in Wonderland, this book might work. I never particularly cared for it myself because it never made sense, even within it’s own framework. By that I mean, well, everything was ridiculous and had no explanation. Which is exactly how dreams work many times, but this book didn’t even have that flimsy excuse to fall back on. Most fantasy and paranormal books I’ve read have some kind of set up for their “other worldly” occurrences. There is a paradigm, a set of rules in their world. This book jumped from one ridiculous happening to another with no explanation of how…or more importantly, why.

Neva Jones is on a trip to Wales when her life goes all to pieces. She’s a big shot for a pharmaceutical company, and on one of her side trips she ends up in a bar. We are treated to a lovely description of the fountain. Why you ask? I have no idea. I thought it might be important later, but alas, no. Neva meets an attractive bartender who flirts with her. Then she meets another attractive stranger in the same bar, who she describes as very young, 21 or 22. This bothers Neva because she finds him attractive and she’s over 35. Once Neva begins talking with March, the young man, suddenly the bartender acts as if he’s never seen Neva before. Why? Oh, right. We never know. It’s not important. Just like the pages of description of Neva getting ready for a Mardi Gras party once she returns to her home in the south. Why are we treated to a treatise on her wardrobe? Who knows? I sure don’t. If you’re interested, she only wears black and red.

The entire book continues in this vein. March and Neva end up in a parallel universe where only Neva can finish the quest set in motion from an offhand comment she made in the bar. Why? I bet you can guess the answer to this one…yep, who knows?! Apparently it has something to do with the fact that Neva can hear chimes in her head. Why? Ah, you guessed it, who knows?

There are giants, talking elk and birds, the god of the sea, an underwater city (not Atlantis though, that much I do know), jealous women, a reference to King Arthur, a talking boar, and… need I go on? Do I know how this all fits together? Not a clue.

Neva and March wander around fairy land a while, and the book abruptly ends. Yep, not even at the ending is there any explanation. Especially for the most obvious question: If March is more than he seems, what happens to Neva? Well, you all just get to believe whatever you want because the author certainly doesn’t provide any answers.

I read this book in one sitting, not because it was wonderful, but because I kept waiting for some kind of explanation – or resolution. When I reached the end and none was forthcoming I chucked the book far away and wished for my 2 ½ hours back. The best I can say about this book is that it was only 228 pages. I still feel cheated out of time I could have spent reading Ice Blue instead. Run far, far away from this one. Your own dreams can come up with far more entertaining stories than this drivel.