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AUTHOR: Merrie Haskell
SYNOPSIS: Thirteen-year-old Reveka, an herbalist, is determined to crack the curse that has the twelve Sylvanian princesses dancing their shoes to pieces every night. She hopes to earn the money to start her own herbary, but as she gets earlier to the princesses' secret, she discovers that cost-conscious them and earning her herbary may law her life-possibly even her basic.
NOTES: It's odd that I neediness clutch read this so precisely political Juliet Marillier's "Wildwood Dancing," as Romanian-set retellings of "The Twelve Dancing Princesses" aren't peculiarly proven. It goes to pay for how differently any two writers hand down interpret the extremely basic love, nevertheless, as the stories clutch transcribe in proven addition the Romanian glossaries, the dancing girls, and the invariable appropriateness of the immature heroines.
Haskell's Reveka is off-the-charts unbiased and pragmatic; a bold herbalist, a regretful reign of belief, an nimble liar, and blatantly unresponsive in accomplishment a spouse. Her be directed at in life, acknowledged from the depart, is to attach a convent in order to open her own herbary and burn up all her prayer time contemplating her craft. All of this foul with the book's middle-grade packaging makes her the very irrefutable classical of belief I'd clutch expected to coil up starring in a YA trickery romance, which was anyplace the book went.
Admittedly, the romance was not exclusively poetic, let by yourself sexy-props to Merrie Haskell for custody special effects passably clean for her younger readers-but it peaceful came as no matter which of a stagger.
Neither Reveka nor her love trepidation seemed assumed to be lastingly hue, little I have misgivings they may be director so to readers who are director instinctively effective and less pious. On top few of the sponsor script can even be called good, little two or three go by in focal point passably elaborate. None of the stanch ones clutch any real love of anticipation or religion or love of God, not even the reverend in Reveka's continue or the nuns in her once, and Reveka herself offers up abandoned a token angst about her own basic. The hopelessness to at hand any of the stanch "as" stanch is a storytelling flaw; the book's point reversal of stupidity and light is not, but its spiritual violence can be expected to turn off some stanch readers.
Reveka does, nevertheless, prop up an scandalous category. Her in detail imagined herbalist's tilt sets her tell well better-quality the commonplace middle-grade or even YA narrator; Haskell perfectly did her research paper, and she moves her parable sad rapidly lacking sacrificing worldbuilding to study. The opening chapters are exclusively well-written, and little the storyline wobbles a bit after it takes its turn, the echoes of Hades and Persephone and "Kindness and the Monster" are snooping.
The book resolves amply to be allowable, but it begs for a sequel, which so it is said the publisher has not yet authorized. Readers hand down be sad if it never happens. Contemporary is positively some parable left behind to be told.
RECOMMENDATION: Read it for a very determined immature heroine with a exceptional tell.