I did a search on the word “Fairy” at Project Gutenberg the other day and came across the book: Fairy Tales; Their Origin and Meaning by John Thackray Bunce, originally published in the late 1800’s. Here is some wonderful text from the beginning of the book:
We are going into Fairy Land for a little while, to see what we can find there to amuse and instruct us this Christmas time. Does anybody know the way? There are no maps or guidebooks, and the places we meet with in our workaday world do not seem like the homes of the Fairies. Yet we have only to put on our Wishing Caps, and we can get into Fairy Land in a moment. The house-walls fade away, the winter sky brightens, the sun shines out, the weather grows warm and pleasant; flowers spring up, great trees cast a friendly shade, streams murmur cheerfully over their pebbly beds, jewelled fruits are to be had for the trouble of gathering them; invisible hands set out well-covered dinner-tables, brilliant and graceful forms flit in and out across our path, and we all at once find ourselves in the midst of a company of dear old friends whom we have known and loved ever since we knew anything.
“There are no maps or guidebooks, and the places we meet with in our workaday world do not seem like the homes of the Fairies. Yet we have only to put on our Wishing Caps, and we can get into Fairy Land in a moment.” – That’s the feeling I want to capture in my novel. That encapsulates it right there. The whole idea of escaping our mundane world to a world of magic, that’s what reading is all about to me. That’s what I want the reader to feel when they pick up something I have written.