By Frank Beddor.
This book is notable for having stirred me off my lazy ass to actually start reading again. I spied it on my friend’s bookshelf and its rather interesting cover intrigued me. Retold fairy tales were usually at least interesting if not good and it had been a while since I’d really settled down with a book, just reading for the sake of reading.
It was good, a very quick read, I certainly enjoyed it and would (will!) read the next, Seeing Redd, when it comes out in paperback (and after my friend buys and reads it himself, first, ha). Other than that, this book’s only notable feature is the fact that if it weren’t for it I wouldn’t be here, on a literary roll, reading everything I can get my grubby paws on.
Thanks, Mr. Beddor!
