Selendra came in in some confusion. At one moment she was flushed almost pink, at the next, she went pale, paler even than Haner’s accustomed delicate gold. She closed the door behind her and stood a moment with her tail to her family.A hilarious and also slightly grim comedy of manners, riffing off Anthony Trollope in a society of cannibalistic dragons. It's well imagined, and of course in today's context of querying the roots of Victorian prosperity it seems rather appropriate to highlight the violent foundations of the entire nineteenth-century social system. Not a lot more to say than that: good fun, respectful of the source material and also a decent creation in its own right. You can get it here.
This was my top unread book acquired in 2019, my top unread sf book and my top unread book by a woman. Next on the first two of those lists is SS-GB by Len Deighton, and on the third Shadow Scale by Rachel Hartman.