Press: Perfection Learning (October 1, 2003)
Author Name:McKinley, Robin
Master storyteller Robin McKinley here spins two new fairy tales and retells two cherished classics.
All feature princesses touched with or by magic.
There is Linadel, who lives in a kingdom next to Faerieland, where princesses are stolen away on their seventeenth birthdays-and Linadel's seventeenth birthday is tomorrow.
And Korah, whose brother is bewitched by the magical Golden Hind; now it is up to her to break the spell.
Rana must turn to a talking frog to help save her kingdom from the evil Aliyander.
And then there are the twelve princesses, enspelled to dance through the soles of their shoes every night.
These are tales to read with delight!
About the Author
Robin McKinley won the 1985 Newbery Medal for her book The Hero and the Crown, and a 1983 Newbery Honor for The Blue Sword, both set in mythical Damar.
She is also the author of Beauty, a retelling of Beauty and the Beast.
She lives in England.In Her Own Words...
"I was an only child and my father was in the Navy.
We moved every year or twoCalifornia, Japan, upstate New York, New England.
I early found the world of books much more satisfactory than the unstable so-called real world.
I cant remember the first time I read Frances Hodgson Burnetts but this particular story, about a little girl all alone in a strange land who told stories so wonderful that she believed them herself, fasci-nated me.
I never quite lived up to Sara Crewes standard, but I tried awfully hard."Writing has always been the other side of reading for me; it never occurred to me not to make up stories.
Once I got old enough to realize that authorship existed as a thing one might aspire to, I knew it was for me.
I even majored in English literature in college, a good indication of my fine bold disdain for anything so trivial as earning a living; I was going to be a writer, like Dickens and Hardy and George Eliot.
And Kipling and H.
Rider Haggard and J.R.R.
I was, however, going to tell breathtaking stories about girls who had adventures.
I was tired of the boys always getting the best parts in the best books.
What with reading and making up my own stories, I spent most of my life in my head; about the only irresistible attraction reality had for me was in the shape of horses and riding.
And I liked traveling.
Perhaps because of my childhood, staying in one place for very long just seemed to me like a waste of opportunity."Its funny, though, the things life does to you.
Inadvertently I discovered myself settling down, looking for excuses not to climb on another airplane.
I bought a house because I fell in love with it, and it was somewhere to leave the thousands of books I picked up everywhere I went.
Later, I decided that I wanted something around that didnt necessarily sit politely on a shelf till I took it down, so I bought a dog, a whippet I named Rowan.
Insidiously I began liking it that tomorrow was going to be much like yesterday: walking the dog, sitting at the typewriter.
I declared myself to have found home in my tiny house in a small village two-thirds of the way up the coast of Maine.
I also, a little ruefully, concluded that my individual mix of the writers traditional absent-mindedness, a rather uncompromising feminism, and a naturally intransigent personality made marriage or any sort of permanent romantic attachment impractical.
I didnt actually think I was missing much; I liked being single.
"This no doubt explainssomehowwhy I am now living in a small village in a very large house in Hampshire, England, with my husband, the English writer Peter Dickinson, three whippets, and a horse, and what seems to me, the only child and ex-solitary adult, about half a million Dickinson grandchildren rioting underfoot, down the corridors, and across the garden.
When Peter and I decided to get married, it was obvious to me I was the one who had to emigrate; I was the military brat with lifelong experience of pulling up and moving on.
So I dug up my tender new under-standing of "home," packed it very carefully, and brought it over here with me, with the eighty cartons of books and one bewildered whippet.
It has taken root vigorously here, but the message to headquarters is very emphatic: "Dont you ever do this to us again." Im not likely to: Ive planted over four hundred rosebushes in what were once Peters classic English garden bordersand look after them devotedly.
I have the scars to prove it.
I think Ive discovered reality after all.
Im astonished at how interesting it is.
Its giving me more things to write stories about."
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