After finishing Beauty, I decided to read Robin McKinley’s other version of Beauty & the Beast, Rose Daughter. The books were written 20 years apart, and McKinley’s second take on the story is more reminiscent of Jane Eyre than Disney, with a moody, Byronic hero, and a Beauty who thinks she’s only there to work. My favorite quote from Rose Daughter:
“Roses are for love. Not forget-me-not, honeysuckle, silly sweet-hearts’ love but the love that makes you and keeps you whole, love that gets you through the worst your life’ll give you and that pours out of you when you’re given the best instead.”
Isn’t that a beautiful description of real love?
On a different note, it completely creeped me out that the Beast smelled like roses! Ever since I read Catching Fire and Mockingjay the idea of a person smelling like roses is slightly disturbing – although I still enjoy the smell of the flowers themselves. Is that weird?