Back in the eighth grade, I wasn’t thinking about becoming an author, I was just looking for a temporary escape from the misery that is puberty and other struggles that I kept tightly to myself. Here, I was able to slip into a fantasy world with a heroine named “Beauty” who was not terribly different from me. She was socially awkward, had pimples, was unsure where she belonged in the world. And here she was, having a grand adventure, winning the everlasting love of a cursed prince who would die for her. I won’t say the pacing is all that tight. The descriptions are as lush as they are lengthy, the writing style is old fashioned, and utilizes a staggering number of semi-colons, but I checked this book out of the library dozens of times.