Fairest

I should really not read when I am in a bad mood. Sometimes reading takes me out of the bad mood and others it settles its bad self into the book and ruins it for me. That happened with two books this past weekend. This book was destined to be disliked. I was in a terrible mood when I picked it up hoping beyond hope that I could be whisked away into another world instead I just got angry and then angrier. Ok, ok so the kid got hit with the ugly stick. Too tall, too wide, too many freckles, blah, blah, blah. I get that she wasn't pretty but that she was horribly maimed that people did not want to have her serve them. But really, she WASN'T that hideous - she felt that hideous and I can accept that – but making it seem like the entire world stopped and said, ‘wow this chick is ugly' just seemed a bit like overkill. So I finally got past the she is the ugliest creature on the planet and then the prince falls instantaneously in love with her. Um, what? I thought she was the most hideously ugly creature on the planet. So he fell in love with her voice, he is such a saint that he saw past what everyone else failed to look past. I don't know. Everything fell into place just a little too smoothly; it felt like a block puzzle for toddlers. I don't know – again I blame my bad mood because I have several friends who loved this book, people who I generally agree with on literature so I am chalking it up to my bad mood. I am going to put this book away for a while tucked quietly on my shelf to be read again in the future, most definitely on a day when I am not in a bad mood.