Well, you won’t hate this one, even if – especially if! – you’re very hardcore about elfy-welfy cuteness: Afternoon of the Elves, Janet Taylor Lisle. The novel was loaned to me by a discerning reader friend (hi, Lance!) who thought I’d like it, and he was so right. What Lisle does so well is speak to that sense of profound strangeness that magic – real magic, not adorably fun or earnestly “fantastic” hijinks, the effects of which one can foresee and/or control – should conjure: weird stuff that you can’t figure out, that blurs your sense of what’s real and changes the way you see the world. My hat is off to these elves, absolutely, and to Janet Taylor Lisle.