I know this is an Edwardian child's book. So I shouldn't be so outraged to discover a book about a journey begun by blithely walking away from one's house with a shaggy man with kind eyes fondling, he assures you, the love magnet in his pocket.
This journey is then revealed to have been orchestrated, of course, for an event that is little more than an excuse to parade every single character we've met before in Oz, with a few from Baum's failures, who are given just enough time to spit out a catch phrase and fade into the background. But hey, it fills out some pages.
I read this months ago and I'm still peeved.
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