Charlie Fenchurch-Whittington is such a perfect young gentleman he’ll even compliment the miraculous Delilah Dusticle on how well she cleans the house. But Delilah wants more than compliments from him, and despite the warnings of a nearby suit of armour—“Staff are not permitted to fraternize with the family…”—she continues to dream—after first tickling said suit of armour with a dandelion duster of course. Delightfully fun and light-hearted, even when tragedy strikes and dustbuster turns into dustmaker, Delilah Dusticle has the feel of Mary Poppins crossed with a touch of childish romance and Doctor Who. “The more you believe there is nothing good about you, the more real it will become,” says Delilah as she finally learns the truth of her affliction. By the end of this short tale, everyone’s living happily, probably ever after, and wise lessons have been learned in the world of the very ordinary. Short, fun, great for kids and with wisdom enough for adults to enjoy the read too, Delilah Dusticle is a fine little fable of post-war London and the rise of the modern world.
Disclosure: The author gave me a free ecopy and I promised an honest review, which I have now written.