I only made it about a third of the way through Dreams Underfoot. It wasn’t bad, but I just didn’t get into it. The writing was good and lyrical and the stories were well-constructed. The world Charles de Lint creates is unique and creative and he draws interesting characters. But I wasn’t captivated by it, and when I wasn’t reading I didn’t feel particularly drawn to pick it up again. I think part of the issue may be that I am just not a short story person. I like novels that I can get completely lost in. With short stories, just when I’m starting to feel connected to the characters, it’s over. Additionally, I didn’t find much I could relate to in the world de Lint created, and I began to get a little tired of the characters all being of the urban bohemian sort, which is very different from my own experience of life. So all in all, I decided not to continue reading it. However, I know many people love Charles de Lint, so I can’t really say that I do or do not recommend Dreams Underfoot. It just wasn’t for me.