I still remember the first time I saw Beauty and the Beast. I was 6, a weird little girl who had no friends and loved getting lost in the adventures found in my favorite books. Until that point, I had seen milquetoast, passive, stupid little princesses go completely mushy for nondescript, interchangeable princes. They had no autonomy, no agency in their own stories. Then this peculiar little peasant with unmanageable brown hair comes wandering into her provincial town with a book covering her face. I was enamored. For the first time, I didn't want to be the princess--I felt like I was. Belle spoke to me. Where other princesses would fawn over a prince in disguise, Belle told a magnificent beast of a man to control his temper, taught him to read, and was fascinated rather than frightened by his animate servants. She was strong, opinionated, and curious. Her reaction when she saw Beast's library matched mine--awe, mixed with a desire to read everything and not knowing where to start. Belle doesn't giggle coyly at the Beast, she smirks at him when he's covered in birds. She doesn't wait for him to ask her to dance--she grabs his hand and puts it on her own waist. She is foolish at times, but that's charming--she can't be perfect, which makes her more human than the cardboard cutouts of earlier Disney heroines. Now I'm 32 and a librarian--I have to think that Belle's early influence on my life as a reader is partially the reason I chose this vocation. Belle got her library--so did I.
So when I learned that Braswell's third book in a series I had already enjoyed the first two books in would be my favorite Disney story of all time, I was as excited as Belle in the bookshop. And it's my favorite! Far-off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise! Just like in the first two installments, the story follows the movie plot up until one crucial moment, and then completely derails. What I appreciate in this book, though, is that she takes each little plot hole and questionable aspect of the movie, things people online have created forums about (Cursing an 11 year old prince? Stockholm syndrome? Belle's supposed brilliance countering the fact that she never put it together that Beast is the prince? Chip is still five? etc), and integrates answers and explanations seamlessly into the plot. It is just so well done, you almost don't realize that those parts weren't in the original movie. If anything, I like this Belle more. She's the same person, just more independent, more canny, more observant, and more forgiving. And the Beast? The Beast is perfection in this story. He's the same creature, the same hidden man, but so much deeper.
There's also a hidden fandom worked into this book. Belle at one point ends up in an episode of Doctor Who. Any Whovian will pick up on the woman who is forgotten when you look away, the statue that moves except when you stare at it, and Belle's insistence that she never walk in shadows. It was brilliant and creative and, if it was unintentional, is the biggest coincidence I've ever seen. I have to think Braswell is a Whovian like me, and realizes that Belle would be an amazing companion...or Doctor....
I highly recommend this book for anyone who still finds the magic in reading, who chooses to see beyond outward appearances, and who seeks adventure in the great wide somewhere.