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Summary from the Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data:
Nine classic fairy tales set in modern, magical landscapes and retold with a twist.
Excerpts:
Snow:
“…her fingers exploring the palpitations of her body under the nightdress…” (pp. 17-18).
She dreams about the gardener: “…he was cutting down trees with an ax…blood ran from their trunks…he was carrying the body of a very pale child…holding the ax” (p.18).
Tiny:
“Pretentious as hell” (p.46).
“Oh, shit…What the fuck” (p.50).
“…stared at every part of her perfect little body” (p.51)
Glass:
“…only these women with mirror eyes…revealing their breasts…” (p.69)
Charm:
“…prick her arm with a needle” (p.73).
“…taggers who were arrested or killed…went to parties in hotel rooms….white-skinned, lingerie-clad rock stars had been staying…husbands shot themselves in the head…boyish actors had OD’d…air smelled acrid…eucalyptus and cigarettes…” (p.76)
“…gave her what she needed in a needle in exchange for photos he took of her…sometimes she slept with him...hipbones haunting through silk and flesh…” (p.77).
“[her parents] had men take pictures of her…R** tried to think of…leopard couches and velvet pillows…feather boas and fox fur pelts…” (p.79).
“…Old-Woman-Heroin’s face split into a jealous leer….R** up to the attic and stabbed her with the needle…” (p.80).
“…told her to take off her dress and arranged her limbs on a…bed, tied and slapped her arm, tucked the needle into the…least bruised vein…three men climbed onto her while P** hovered…snapping shots…she let the opium be her soul…get off her you fucks!” (p.81)
“…the two naked young girls…curled on a leopard-skin sofa…hands and feet were shackled together…” (p.94).
“would bind the other’s breasts, gently…would trace each other’s initials with a razor blade…hold hands till their blood was one…” (p.95).
“When C**** [a girl] kissed her…felt as if the other woman were breathing into her body…” (p.97).
Wolf:
Parents are fighting…”he was drinking…no fucking way was she going to sit around…” (p.102).
“How the hell did she [her mother] know…he’d do what he had promised…held me under the crush of his putrid skanky body” (p.102).
The child runs away.
“…scared shitless…chickenshit…I mean there are gangs…” (pp. 106-107).
“…sick of people fucking with her all the time…” (p.108).
“P.E. sucks…not very athletic…’cause I smoke…hate getting undressed in front of…those stupid bitches…mom hated that I smoke…tried everything…tears and the patch…she gave up” (p.109).
The next page is about her craving for a cigarette.
She makes assumptions about a boy: “…to fuck Pamela Lee…” (p.114).
“…stopped at the liquor store…bought pretzels and a Mountain Dew…” (p.118).
“…she [her grandmother] knew he was fucked up…” (p.122).
“…started screaming how he had raped me for years…I wanted to kill him…he started laughing…remembered him above me in that bed…his clammy hand on my mouth…” (p.127).
“…had the gun and I pulled the trigger…” (p.128).
Bones:
“I had safe sex with boys I didn’t know – usually pretty safe…felt immortal” (p.154).
“…met him at a party…bottles of booze and drugs…” (p.154).
“…I went in and sat on this…couch under some…painting of a girl’s face…drank my beer…scantily clad girls kept coming…boys were playing music…drawing the girls…smoking” (p.156).
“I’d sit around dreaming…boys…would tell me I was beautiful, take me home…undress me and make love to me all night…I was hungry for him…I was pretty drunk…we were all over his house. On the floor and the couches and tables and beds.” (pp.159-160).
“[telling stories] Dead girls in a chamber, a psychotic killer…” (p.163).
Ice:
“…I felt like I’d been kissed for hours all over my body” (p.206).
“he asked…if I wanted to go get high…he liked the tattoo…on the inside of my wrist” (p.207).
“he knew that’s why I cried at night…after we had made the sheets so hot…was afraid they would stick to our skin like melted wax…pull you into the vortex of our bodies…” (p.212).
“…she came in…I almost desired it – her. She was the porn goddess, ice sex…Something you wanted to eat and wear and own and be…poisonous delicious and forbidden…I could live in him, lying in her arms” (pp. 216-218).
“He is lying in her burning cold bed watching the video screen. This is how they touch…He touches himself looking at her…Ice Queen is undressing for him again” (pp. 220-221).
“She stood up…slipped off her white satin gown and waited there naked…I wanted to drag him away…instead I let him see her…behind us. Naked and glistening. He stared…I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in…no matter how much mutilation or pain…he pulled my face down and pressed my lips against his like he was almost trying to suffocate us both” (pp. 227-229).
Note: Author of a number of gay theme/coming out books that have been challenged in a number of libraries and schools: Baby Be-Bop, Cherokee Bat and the Goat Guys, Girl Goddess #9, I was a Teenage Fairy, Weetzie Bat, Witch Baby, etc. (PABBIS)
Research by M. Lyn