A very odd book all around. Cinderella’s fairy godmother falls in love with the prince, and Cinderella has been so abused by everyone that she’s depressed and suicidal, and doesn’t believe she’s worthy of going to the ball to marry the prince. All this is told from the godmother’s point of view who has been a human in the human world for some untold number of years, and has been depressed and lonely for every one of those years. Except, maybe she dreamed it all, and she’s just a crazy old woman who can’t tell reality from the fairy tale. Or maybe the truth is somewhere in between. An odd story, as I said, and depressing in all kinds of new and interesting ways. Short and a quick read, but one that left me wondering. I didn’t like it overall, but for all that, it was interesting reading, and believable.
Lil is an old woman who spends her days shelving rare books in a tiny Manhattan bookstore and lonely nights at home in her apartment. But Lil has an intriguing secret. Tucked and bound behind her back are white feathery wings–the only key to who she once was: the fairy godmother responsible for getting Cinderella to the ball to unite with her Prince Charming.
But on that fateful night, something went terribly and beautifully wrong. Lil allowed herself the unthinkable: to feel the emotions of human beings and fall in love with the prince herself, going to the ball in place of Cinderella in her exquisitely gorgeous human guise. For her unforgivable mistake, she was banished to live among humans, far from her fairy sisters and their magical underwater world. But then one day she meets Veronica–a young, fair-skinned, flame-haired East Village beauty with a love of all things vintage and a penchant for falling in love with the wrong men–and suddenly it becomes clear to Lil that she’s been given a chance at redemption. If she can find a soul mate for Veronica, she may right her wrong and return to the fairy world she so deeply longs for. . . .