You'll pry my books off my cold, dead body. By the time you shift them all I'll be flat and dessicated.
Being transported through/into paintings is hardly a new gimmick in fantasy (especially aimed at the younger set) but it is one that I like. I give Flavin credit for actually developing the world-inside-the-painting a bit, instead of making it extremely limited and static as many authors do with this concept (see The Shadows for an example of what I'm talking about). I liked that techniques like underpainting played a role. Beyond that, however, this book did nothing for me. Flat characters, flat exposition, not convincing or exciting.