I found this book in my collection yesterday whilst stuck in a wifi dead zone in line to enter a national park. I was hooked after the first chapter, devouring it in huge chunks all the way to the top of a mountain and all the way home. It's over 450 pages, and I finished it in a day.
Lindír is the most beautiful kind of fuckup. A dragon who knows nothing about dragons and destroys everything they love with the certainty of youth. Make no mistake, their story is a tragedy. But it's a wonderful tragedy, and I'm happy I read it. Highly recommended.