but really, I'm happy as a Zombie Cow in Smackdown.
I love fairy tales.
I think it started with a copy of The Real Mother Goose (you know, the one with the black and white checkerboard cover). The rhymes were fine, but it was Blanche Fisher Wright's delicate, old-fashioned illustrations that lodged in my heart.
I moved from those to all kinds of illustrated classics, like Marianna Mayer's Beauty and the Beast.
My sister and I memorized nearly all the episodes of Shelley Duvall's Faerie Tale Theatre (see below); we knew the scripts & lyrics of every Disney movie by heart.
Before I knew it, at the age of 11, I had a copy of Robin McKinley's Beauty in my hands. My earlier prediliction to fairy tales grew into full-fledged obsession.
Back to Charlotte. With her review of Princess at the Midnight Ball, Charlotte included some comments about the difference between a Re-Telling and a Re-Imagining. She also threw in half a dozen titles that exemplify each type. The titles went on my wishlist. Then a copy of East by Edith Pattou came available via Paperback Swap, so I read it. Then I found I could actually request just about any book on earth from my library (who knew!?!), so it's been fairy tales ever since.
Don't worry, I'll read something properly grown-up and dignified soon.
down memory lane: Faerie Tale Theatre