Lucille Ancrath

In essence, this is a memoir written by a 19th century English lady about her scientific expedition to Alpes. Places, ethnicities and some of the animals are replaced by fantastical ones, but everything else is pretty much the same.

If we swapped dragons for eagles this would be historical fiction about a woman struggling to get her footing in a world dominated by men. Which also shows that this isn't a children's book, or at least that most of the social commentary and thus most of the book, would go right over their head.

As for dragons themselves, there are numerous encounters with beats and people do get hurt, but the book tries to stay grounded in reality. No one is swinging swords and magic amulets against their blazing breath or anything like that.

If you like books set in 1800s you will probably enjoy this mild fantasy. But if not, I doubt dragons would do much to make this interesting enough for you.

I'm also glad her mom died.

Everything is oversimplified to the point where it feels like reading fan fiction of some other, deeper book, which unfortunately doesn't exist.

They fell in love, the type where you sacrifice yourself for the other, in 3 days. Worldbuilding and visuals were very nice.

I don't know. It didn't click for me at all.