Books to the ceiling, books to the sky, my pile of books is a mile high. How I love them! How I need them! I'll have a long beard by the time I read them!
I read this book in about 4 hours - it's 5 am and I had to stay up and finish it. It broke my heart, wove it back together, and broke it all over again, so many times. I felt like I had to rush towards the end, that the ending had to be a happy one, because one person couldn't possibly suffer that much in their short life and not have some kind of happiness, right?
Even though I 'knew' the ending was a happy one because it was a work of historical fiction, I still had tears when it finally came.
This book was painful, beautiful, terrible, and magical. Just like all of the stories the brothers Grimm wrote down and immortalised. I think I would have really liked to have met them both.