Writing about magic pens. Too easy or just right? Well, neither, going by this anthology, which I must say was a real disappointment. Surprisingly so, since I read and really enjoyed two other anthologies edited by the same person, one of which was an object anthology, one of my favorite kinds. I was kind of hoping this would be similar in charm and quality, but instead this book turned out to be an epitome for how it works when political correctness overwhelms/outweighs good storytelling. There might be a way to maintain the balance, but this book was just too heavily guided one way. Which is to say everyone was so obsessed with correct representation (every race, every gender, every sexual orientation) they seem to have used these stories not as complete entries, but as mere delivery methods for personal sociopolitical agendas. This collection is just so, so exhaustingly conscientious. Every writer bio lists their nationality, pronouns, tons of information that should be irrelevant to the art of storytelling unless art is to be used as a message board. Moreover, despite the fact that these stories are as lukewarm and mild and inoffensive as stories come, there’s still an exhaustive list of potentially upsetting factors for each story in the back of the book. Seriously? What sort of a delicate snowflake audience this collection is trying to attract. Is this the future of literature? Cause that’s depressing. Who goes through life like that? And how does one even go through life like that? Are news going to come with warnings…warning, high death count, stupidity, political ineptitude…proceed with caution. Does every author have to speak from their personal experience exclusively? Or does this dearth of imagination stems directly out of fear of being accused of cultural appropriation? Which is another infuriating subject for another time. Is it good to only write what you know or does it limit an author or in fact represents the author’s limitations. At any rate, these are all debate worthy questions and this isn’t a debate, it’s a review, merely one person’s (a person who actually enjoys sociocultural perspectives and experiences, when it's done in a way that doesn't overwhelm the entire thing with the heavyhandedness of its morals) opinion. Which I’m sure will be accused (inaccurately, but hey this is internet, who cares, right) of all sorts of prejudices by people who writes stories like these and for whom stories like these are written. But back to the book, it wasn’t terrible, just terribly well intentioned. Who knows how good it might have been, had the authors used their imaginations to spin the tales instead of coming up with a variety of different pronouns for the gender nonspecific. But at any rate, the stories were perfectly readable with all their cute morals, but only a few were actually good engaging and fun. All of the authors stuck closely to the theme, magic pens and magic writing were featured in some form in every story and the few poems. None of the authors are well known, the only two I was familiar with on name recognizing basis were from reading other Bell edited anthologies. Didn’t really work for me, not very exciting stories mostly and too PC. The latter shouldn’t even be a thing, weird that it is these days. Makes me think of the new fashion in name tags, the kind work provides, the kind that specifies the pronoun choice, but doesn’t mention the person’s name. Seriously? Because someone’s going to come up to a counter and say hey, she, can I get a…or that she at the counter was very nice. When the efforts to accommodate every personal preference go too far, it actually depersonalizes people. It takes away what’s important and substitutes it for what is frankly no one’s business. Who wants to go through life as a pronoun when they can have a name. But anyway, maybe people who wrote this book and people who will enjoy it do. To each their own. Thanks Netgalley.