Okay, seriously, who keeps making off with all this time? Feels like the year just got started and we’re already on the cusp of 2016! (And from what I’ve heard, this sense of time distortion only gets worse… ugh.)
I am definitely in a better place at the end of 2015 than I was last year. Many of my 2014 goals have been reached, and it feels like I’ve got a better handle on life in general, which is a massive relief! I want to give a huge thank-you to all of my friends, readers, subscribers, and followers. You make this all worth-while.
This entry is part of an on-going series discussing my favorite fairytales and their multiple modern re-tellings. Any entries relating to this topic will be labeled “Favored Fairytales.”
Have you ever found yourself consuming numerous variations of a single story? I go through different spurts, often tied to genre, but sometimes a particular kind of story grabs me and won’t let go until it’s sated. So I wanted to talk about one of my favorite fairytales, one that is probably familiar to most people.
Like most kids, I was raised on Disney films. Some I always felt lukewarm about, some that used to be favorites no longer appeal to me, even though I can appreciate the talent and artistry that went into making them. I never liked Sleeping Beauty and I was always ambivalent about Snow White and Cinderella. Some, like The Lion King and Mulan, have withstood the test of time and remain favorites. When I was a kid, The Little Mermaid was my favorite, hands down. But now, as an adult, a different film has risen to the top of the list: Beauty and the Beast.