By: Brandi Goss
Have you ever found yourself reading a book and recounting the imagining of other fairy tales? Now that it’s over, I find myself wondering how many true times those tales have been spun and who is the true teller of these stories at the center of the web. At the beginning of this story we see Beauty and the Beast. Though the beast is more like a werewolf in high glory and Belle is unable to enjoy reading as much as we do. How to come to the point in which we think that Feyre has truly been the beast this entire time? Only because she had the true curse of never being able to see the things in front of her.
Other fairy tales that came to mind was Snow White, the queen who was beautiful, deadly, and utterly wicked. In fact, it’s true that her love for her sister turned her heart to an even blacker cesspit than it already had been. I was also reminded of Cinderella, just slightly as Feyre was made to do task that seemed useless. Rumpelstiltskin, as Feyre had to solve a riddle to be set free, her name was used to save others. By the time the masks fell off I thought of The Phantom of the Opera who got the girl and lost the mask. Maas has decided to be the Goddess of the Cauldron who mixed these fairytales with a bit of Celtic folklore and created a magic spell that placed us under a haze of mist from Avalon itself. I enjoyed getting lost in the mist; wondering what the second book will have in store. Thank you to my best friend who told me that I just had to read this book. Once I started, I could not put it down.
