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Fairy Godmother Academy #1:: Birdie’s Book Book Review

Fairy Godmother Academy #1:: Birdie’s Book Book Review - Reviewed by Kidzworld on Dec 25, 2009
( Rating: 3 Star Rating)

Kidzworld explores the magical world of Aventurine inside Jan Bozarth’s new book, Fairy Godmother Academy #1: Birdie’s Book.

Fairy Godmother Academy Rating: 3


Author: Jan Bozarth

Birdie and her mother, Emma, have never seen eye to eye. Emma is a business woman who never stops to smell the roses. Birdie is more like her grandmother, Mo, who loves nothing more than the smell of roses…and a few other exotic plants as well. But until this Christmas, Birdie had never met her grandmother.


The Singing Stone

During her visit, Birdie discovers the most magical place in the world—Mo’s garden. There are beautiful blooming flowers, a bridge and a magical family tree. But the tree is dying all because the singing stone, a stone symbolizing their family’s union, is broken. And it’s up to Birdie to fix the stone and heal the tree.


In Training

Birdie learns that there’s more to her mother’s side of the family than meets the eye. They are a lineage of Fairy Godmothers, who must choose between awakening their gift or losing it forever. Birdie, chooses the former and becomes a Fairy Godmother-in-training, learning about her remarkable gift from a team of fairies and her own adventures. At her side is another soon-to-be-Fairy Godmother, Kerka, who Birdie meets in Aventurine, the magical world that exists in Mo’s garden.


The Bottom Line

The Fairy Godmother Academy #1: Birdie’s Book by Jan Bozarth is great for girls who love fairies and magical worlds. Unfortunately, the story is confusing at times. Some of Birdie’s thoughts and dialogue are a little unrealistic and corny compared to other books written for the same YA audience. It’s not the best book out there, but if you’re a fairy lover then this may just float your boat.


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