It's already fairly established that I love fairy tales. I have since I was a kid, and while for a few years of my life I hid my affection, I eventually realized that not only can grow ups love fairy tales, but they are a source of creative energy for some of us.
("Write a fairy tale retelling" is on my list of writerly projects.)
So now I seek out fairy tales for grown ups. And I also am not immune to the tug of a beautifully-illustrated children's fairy tale. And I won't even confess to how many different editions of Hans Christian Andersen's work I have. Nor Grimm's or Aesop's.
It's just one of my things.
Two Christmases ago, I was dying to get my hands on a copy of Neil Gaiman's The Sleeper and the Spindle. But it was only just released in England, and I didn't want to pay extra for the British edition, so I didn't die but decided to wait.
And today I finally got my copy.
And oh, my friends. If you like fairy tales, and are at all interested in twisty tales and brave characters and wisdom finally put into words, you'll love this book too.
Ostensibly it is a retelling of Sleeping Beauty. But it is told through a different lens, so you also get a different fairy tale as well. Of a sort.
I think it is brilliant.
And the illustrations. I can't even. They are just my favorite kind, metallic but sketchy, and the illustrator did something I love: here and there throughout the book, he pulls out some of the words, and writes them in gold.
That's all I can say about it, because to say more would ruin it. Unless you've read it—and if you have, will you tell me? What you thought? Did you love it like I did?
And if you haven't read it, will you read it? For me? I'm sure your library has a copy. It won't take any more than thirty minutes.
And then, will you tell me? What you thought?