So. 2020. Yeah. What a year that was. I don't know about you, but I am Worn Out, like Cinderella run ragged by her evil stepsisters. Just as I was thinking, "You know, I could really use a fairy godmother right about now," G. F. Miller's Glimpsed entered, stage right.
Not only was this book utterly delightful, it was exactly what I needed, exactly when I needed it. I'm not sure if I fell in love with Charity's magical Memom first — or Charity's pepper spray face-off with Captain America, but this book wormed its sparkly way into my sad and tired heart pretty early on.