I have this book that I’ve been carting around since I was little; William the Dragon, by Polly Donnison, who according to the back of the book, is fourteen and has three brothers and an older sister.

It’s about a spoiled dragon adopted by one Lady Wilmount, who has a fantastic flair for fashion.

Though not everyone appreciates it. William likes roast potatoes and jumble sales, and dislikes loud sweaters.

You know how you get attached to books for vague reasons, and only half-remember what happens in them? This is that kind of book. I haven’t looked at it for years and years, but I’ve brought it with me across the country and back, and through three Brooklyn apartments. Is it the sweater?