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by Donna Jo Napoli, Rafal Olbinski (Other)

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Orasmyn is the prince of Persia and heir to the throne. His religion fills his heart and his mind, and he strives for the knowledge and leadership his father demonstrates. But on the day of the Feast of Sacrifices, Orasmyn makes a foolish choice that results in a fairy's wretched punishment: He is turned into a beast, a curse to be undone only by the love of a


Orasmyn is the prince of Persia and heir to the throne. His religion fills his heart and his mind, and he strives for the knowledge and leadership his father demonstrates. But on the day of the Feast of Sacrifices, Orasmyn makes a foolish choice that results in a fairy's wretched punishment: He is turned into a beast, a curse to be undone only by the love of a woman.

Thus begins Orasmyn's journey through the exotic Middle East and sensuous France as he struggles to learn the way of the beast, while also preserving the mind of the man. This is the story of his search, not only for a woman courageous enough to love him, but also for his own redemption.

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Our Review
Donna Jo Napoli, the acclaimed author of Zel, Sirena, and Stones in Water, now delivers a version of Beauty and the Beast destined to be a classic. Beast is the story of Orasmyn, a young Persian prince who makes a single wrong decision that sets an ancient curse into motion and forever changes his fate. Transformed into a lion on the exact day his father is to embark on a lion hunt, Orasmyn escapes his beloved Persia and travels across Europe in search of redemption and forgiveness.

Although Beauty and the Beast has been retold many times -- in the form of a story, a movie, a television show, and even a Broadway musical -- it is usually told from Beauty's perspective, leaving readers to wonder what the prince did that was so terrible he was transformed into a beast. Napoli's Beast chronicles who the Beast was before Beauty found him.

Prince Orasmyn, born into a wealthy Muslim family during ancient times, helps a personal servant out of a difficult situation but in doing so violates the Qur'an and is transformed into a lion. Napoli, head of the linguistics department at Swarthmore College in Pennsylvania, weaves history, biology, foreign languages, and religion into the story of how he deals with this transformation.

Beast is filled with entrancing passages about what it is like for Orasmyn to survive among the lions, deer, snakes, and other animals he encounters in the wild. The book steps into the life of this princely lion convincingly and includes beautifully written episodes about the nature of the hunt. Adapting to the life of a beast is not easy for Orasmyn: "A cub runs between my legs. I trip and roll toward a lioness at one side. Astonishingly, she backs up with a growl. I get to my feet and run straight past her. The ruling male...runs after me.... He chases at a slow pace. Just to let me know that I don't belong, I'm not welcome. This is not my home. I am a lion, and I am not a lion."

A lion in body but not in mind, Orasmyn comes to realize that to break the curse, he must trek through Europe to find someone who will love him. He stumbles upon a castle in the deep woods of France, and the rest of the story is a familiar tale.

Napoli excels in telling Beast for many reasons, including the way she entwines many topics taught in American high schools into the story line. While in the castle's library, for instance, the Beast begins reading the Aeneid, which is studied by many advanced Latin students. The author includes familiar Latin passages and their translations. Farsi (the native language of Persia) and Arabic words are also integrated into the story, and a glossary at the end of the book allows for a better understanding of their meanings.

Middle Eastern religions, often given little attention in classrooms, are also incorporated into Beast, for Orasmyn was raised as a Muslim with Persian customs. The book shows how Islamic culture borrows many of its traditions from the Zoroastrians and how halal meat is prepared according to a sacred ritual, something also seen among Jews. The borrowing of traditions from the region's different religions, although not emphasized in the book, is particularly interesting to consider during a troublesome time in the Middle East today.

At a glance, Beast is a typical fairy tale retold, but the depth and scope of this book are far-reaching. Napoli has written a story best suited for advanced teen readers and even adults. Bring it to your book group. Bring it to your teachers. Bring it to your friends. They will thank you for bringing Beast to their attention.

--Soozan Baxter

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Despite its wonderfully imaginative premise, this refashioned Beauty and the Beast falls curiously flat--it is more cerebral than romantic in tone, more laborious than lush in its execution. Unlike Robin McKinley, whose Beauty and Rose Daughter focus closely on the heroine, Napoli (Crazy Jack; Zel) concentrates on the Beast. He is first met as Orasmyn, son of the shah of Persia. As the royal family prepares for a sacred feast, Orasmyn makes a grave error in permitting a scarred camel ("a beast who knew suffering") to be sacrificed in a holy ritual. Although the sacrifice has been offered to God, it is a djinn (a spirit that can take on disguises) who takes offense and curses Orasmyn, who awakens the next day to find he has been turned into a lion. The bulk of the novel is devoted to Orasmyn's life as a lion, everything from his probing of the complexities of his fate and his Islamic prayers to his constant efforts to obtain food and his inability to resist other animals' kills. More attention seems paid to the mechanics of Orasmyn's strange existence than to the narrative logic; the storytelling strains when Orasmyn walks, by night, to the South of France and finds a beautiful castle that has been abandoned and left unplundered, presumably because it is rumored to be haunted. When Orasmyn finally meets Belle, they fall in love over the Aeneid, which Belle reads aloud to him in Latin (quoted here, without translation). At her father's, Belle misses "reading and praying together" with Orasmyn; love is mentioned but not emphasized. The weight of the historical and cultural settings overpowers the mysteries and enchantment of the original plot. Ages 12-up. (Nov.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Publishers Weekly
The bulk of this Beauty and the Beast novel is devoted to (the beast) Orasmyn's life as a lion, everything from his probing of the complexities of his fate and his Islamic prayers to his efforts to obtain food. PW called the book "more cerebral than romantic in tone, more laborious than lush in its execution." Ages 12-up. (June) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
To quote from the review of the hardcover in KLIATT, July 2000: The striking cover of this book, featuring a lion's face partially pulled away to reveal a man's face underneath, should immediately clue readers in that this is a new version of "Beauty and the Beast." Here the story is told from the point of view of the Beast, who is really a gentle young Persian prince named Orasmyn. When he makes the mistake of permitting a flawed animal to be chosen for a religious sacrifice, a wicked fairy takes her revenge by turning the prince into an animal himself—a lion, on the day that his father, the king, is to go lion hunting. "Only a woman's love can undo the curse," the fairy warns. But at first survival is more important than love; Orasmyn must leave his home if he is to live, and he travels to India and back, and then to France, trying to remain faithful to his Muslim beliefs and his love for literature while coping with the baser instincts of a beast, lust as well as bloodlust. With difficulty, he learns how to hunt and how to survive, but the need for love is not forgotten. In southwest France he finds a deserted castle, and makes it his home. A man wanders in seeking shelter, and Orasmyn convinces him that his family's life will be forfeit if he does not send his daughter to live in the castle. When Belle arrives, she is afraid but acts bravely, and she wins Orasmyn's heart with her goodness even as he longs for her love—which is granted to him at last, breaking the terrible spell. The tension between the young man's mind and the beast's body it is trapped in is beautifully expressed here; the struggle between reason and instinct may resonate with many teens. Orasmyn's anguishis well conveyed, as well as the physical sensations of being a lion—the thrill of the hunt, the drive to mate, the contentment of a full stomach. This is an intriguing and deeply affecting story, and the exotic Persian aspect adds to its flavor. There is historical precedence for Napoli's version of the tale: in an author's note at the end she explains that she based it on Charles Lamb's 1811 poetic version, in which the prince was Persian. Napoli is head of the linguistics department at Swarthmore College, and she uses many Persian and Arabic words in the text; a glossary is appended. KLIATT Codes: JS—Recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2000, Simon & Schuster, Pulse, 260p., Ages 12 to 18.
—Paula Rohrlick
What Napoli does well is retell fairy tales in a new and usually unsettling light. Beast's attempts at love within the world of the lion reached into my chest and plucked deftly at my heartstrings, and the entire castle/Belle/Beast part brought the nasty images of Disney flicks dancing through my head. Everyone familiar with the tale knows that Beast will meet up with Beauty and Live Happily Ever After, which more or less happens in a lukewarm fashion [in the disappointingly traditional second half of the book]. The addition of the Islamic culture into the [story] gives it new life, but I was still unsatisfied by the second half. The previous books I've read by Napoli (Magic Circle [Dutton, 1993/VOYA August 1993] and Zel [Dutton, 1996/VOYA April 1997]) were far darker than this one and did a better job of keeping my interest. The first half of Beast is excellent. The second half is mediocre. Added together and averaged, that makes this rendition decent, shading to good reading because the lion point of view just rocked. VOYA CODES: 4Q 4P J S (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses; Broad general YA appeal; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12). 2000, Simon and Schuster, 272p, $17. Ages 13 to 18. Reviewer: Jill Christian, Teen Reviewer

SOURCE: VOYA, October 2000 (Vol. 23, No. 4)

Children's Literature
This intricate tale about Prince Orasmyn and the ancient curse that turns him into a lion is the story of Beast before he enters the popular Beauty and the Beast folklore. A fascinating tale is woven here about this sensitive, Persian prince who loves poetry and roses. As the thoughtful prince, he has every privilege his royal position affords. As the Beast, his animal instincts prevail, despite Orasmyn's attempts to hold onto human memories. This moving account draws readers into Islamic and Persian traditions as well as the predatory life of wild animals that must kill or be killed. Readers will follow Orasmyn as he struggles to survive and to triumph over the cruel curse. His journey takes him from Persia to India, and then to France as he searches for a new world full of roses. This ultimately leads him to Belle, his salvation. The author does an excellent job of weaving religious and secular history into this magical tale. 2000, Atheneum Books for Young Readers/Simon & Schuster, Ages 12 up, $17.00. Reviewer: Jeanne K. Pettenati
Kirkus Reviews
The writer who so intensely re-imagined Rapunzel in Zel (1996) and the Sirens in Sirena (1998) provides a sensual and brilliant imagining of the backstory of the Beast in this exotic tale. Orasmyn is a 17-year-old Persian prince, beloved of his parents, secure, even self-satisfied, with his studies and his rose gardens. But he makes a fatal error in judgment and angers a pari, a fairy, who curses him to take the form of a lion, to be freed only if a woman loves him. Orasmyn's awakening to his new form is both terrible and funny, but the danger is real—his father has called a lion hunt and the prince must flee the world he knows. First he travels to India, learning his new life while trying to retain his humanity in prayer and in language. When he realizes ("I am Lion," he repeats) that no pride will accept him, he travels to France, hides himself in an abandoned castle, and sketches his demands in the dirt when Belle's father steals the rose. How he prepares the castle for her, how they reach first a truce, then understanding, and then devotion, is built up with a rich accretion of concrete detail, sound and scents described precisely. There are few metaphors for adolescence, and for the mastery of desire by the self, as deep as that of the Beast, and Napoli rings dark changes on those with the sure hand of a sorceress. Compelling, relentless, erotic. (author's note, glossary of Persian and Arabic) (Fiction. YA)

From the Publisher
The New York Times Book Review Sophisticated.

Kirkus Reviews, starred review Exotic...compelling, relentless.

School Library Journal, starred review An elegantly sensual retelling of "Beauty and the Beast."

Booklist A winning version for genre fans.

Voice of Youth Advocates An engaging novel that takes the familiar story and adds a whole new depth to it....It will be hard to keep Beast on the shelf.

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By Donna Jo Napoli

Rebound by Sagebrush

Copyright ©2002 Donna Jo Napoli
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0613732774

From Part I: The Curse

The lion-ape lunges from the tree
a moment too late;
Bahram Chubina's arrow has already
sealed his fate.

I gasp roughly. Beast and warrior glow white, burning, against the gold ground. The sun glints off the illuminated pages as it glints off the metal mar -- snake -- that twists around and around from my wrist to my elbow. My fists clench; I am aghast at dying, aghast at killing.


I turn, startled.

Mother comes in, her face unveiled -- she has not yet left the palace this morning. The pleasure of seeing the dark sliver moons under her eyes, her full cheeks, pulls me at once from the violence on the page to the sweet calm of our lives.

Father, the Shah of all Persia, has promised to find me a suitable wife soon. I will be the first adult male outside the young woman's family to ever set eyes on her bare face, to ever know her mysteries. Warmth threads up my throat to my cheeks. I stroke my short beard and smile broad to hide my thoughts.

Mother smiles in return. "You're reading the Shahnameh yet again?" She comes to my reading platform and bends over me. Her hair hangs wavy, freed from the braids that hold it tight at night and that she will rebraid beforegoing outside today. It brushes my arm. With a fingertip she traces the spine of the lion-ape. "His eyes speak anguish."

Her words touch me with their femininity. Women speak through their eyes from behind the chador -- the veil -- that shrouds all else. They are accustomed to listening to the eyes of others, even those whose full faces show.

"Shall I read to you?"

"Battle stories." Mother wrinkles her nose. "I prefer Islamic verse."

"Islamic verse is in Arabic. These are stories in our own strong Persian. And they're not all battle. Let me read to you of Malika falling in love with Shahpour." Already I am thumbing back through the earlier pages.

Mother squats and catches my hand between hers. "Orasmyn, I've got a present for you. In my room. A book by Saadi."

The prospect intrigues me, for this great mystic, this Sufi, is known for mixing the spirit of Islam with the culture of Persia. But Mother's tone irritates. I pull my hand away. "I don't need help in choosing my reading."

"We all need help, Orasmyn."

"A prince doesn't."

Mother presses her lips together in a thin line. Then her face softens again. "I see you've done your prayers." Her finger now runs the part in the middle of my hair that I made during my cleaning ritual, the wudhu, before the prayers that precede sunrise. "Why didn't you come eat with us?" she asks. "Your father and I will be busy with festival duties most of the day. We had hoped to see you this morning, at least."

Today is the Feast of Sacrifices. Every royal family in every town across Persia has invited the poor to partake of the meat from the animal they will sacrifice this noon. Here in Tabriz there will be a double offering, for my family will add a sacrifice of our own to that of the local royal family. "I don't plan to eat on this festival," I say.

"Is that so?" Mother looks at me with curiosity. "You're dressed as a hajji -- a pilgrim." Fondly, she brushes the folds of cloth on my back.

I draped this white cloth around me as the sun rose. It is almost a year since I returned from my pilgrimage to Mecca. These days, when I go out, I wear my ordinary tunic under royal robes, though of course I carry prayer beads and wear a white hat always. But today I will stand in white cloth with the other hajjiha, a cloud of purity. "I'm assisting at the sacrifice."

"Ah." Mother nods. "Then I understand your fasting. But, son, my gentle prince, not every hajji must take part."

I hear the question under her words. As a child I ran from the sacrifices, from the spilling of blood. As an adult, I take no part in the hunts. Mother says I am like the flowers that grow in my treasured gardens, more tender than flesh should be.

Still, today I fight off trepidation. The sacrifice is compassionate; as my father's heir, I must understand that. The animal dies to commemorate the ancient sacrifice by Ibrahim. "Don't worry about me." I kiss Mother's hand.

"I'll leave you to prepare, then," she says, straightening up. "At the prayers before the sacrifice, be sure to make your rakatha -- your bows -- deep and low, and to linger a moment before rising. That way I can pick you out from the other hajjiha and send you my strength." Mother leaves.

Her strength? A prince should rely on no one. But it is too late to protest; she is gone.

I open the rear doors, which give directly out to my private garden for praying, my belaq. We have palaces in many cities, and I have taken part in designing the gardens at three of them. I work with a cohort of servants, planting, pruning, mulching.

My special fragrance garden around the throne room in the central pavilion of our Isfahan palace is continuously in flower. The carpet I stand on now depicts that garden. The border bands hold daisies and pomegranates and heads of lions. This rug makes my feet want to climb. We winter in Isfahan, of course, on the arid plateau almost completely ringed by mountains.

My yellow roses are at our palace in Shiraz. On the first day of spring, we celebrate Naurouz, New Year's, there, surrounded by flowering persimmons. I always beg Father to take us to Shiraz early, even as early as the end of February, so that we can feel the bade gulhaye sourkh -- the wind of roses -- that blows strong in the afternoon. Processions fill the streets with music and torches for thirty days. I throw coins with lions stamped on them to the people I pass. They throw rose petals in return. All flowers grow in Shiraz, but gulhaye sourkh -- roses -- are what they throw, because the rose is my favorite, Prince Orasmyn's favorite.

But Shiraz is too hot in summer. So we return north to Tabriz, the capital, where I tend my most extensive gardens.

I step outside now and pass through my walled belaq out to the public gardens. To the west stands the mosque. To the south and east and north stretches garden. My eyes follow straight pebbled paths interrupted at regular intervals by a series of steps, on and on, until the paths are lost in the trees and the mountains beyond. It is easy to fool myself into thinking the garden continues forever -- infinite.

I imagine I feel a wet breeze from the Caspian Sea to the east -- though it is more than a day's journey away. I emerge from the shadows of the portico and walk along a maddi -- a water channel -- to the reflecting pool. The people will gather here after the sacrifice to await the cooked meat. The pavilion on the north side will host the men, while that on the south will host the women. Columns hold up the roofs of the pavilions, columns spaced widely, so that one group can easily see what the other does. The voices will be loud and happy.

But right now the pool and garden are mine. The air is faint with white jasmine. Clover and aromatic grasses crush soft under my bare feet. Sour cherry trees fan out in star designs. I step up onto the talar, the platform overlooking the pool, and gaze at the black-and-white limestone colonnades of the palace. The early sun gives an orangish sheen to the stones, almost the color of henna, and an idea comes to me.

Mother said not every hajji must take part in the sacrifice. So nothing should prescribe the participation of those hajjiha who do take part. Joyous moment, I am free to choose what duties I assume.

I race to the animal enclosures beyond the mosque, to the camel-holding pen, hoping no one has beat me to the task. Preparing an animal for sacrifice is just as important a part of the feast as slashing its neck.

Kiyumars is already in the pen, stroking the large she-camel. But no one else is about. I join this servant with a silent nod. We've known each other all our lives -- we played among the herds of goat and sheep together as children; we tend the gardens of Tabriz side by side as adults -- we fall into an easy camaraderie now. Kiyumars puts henna on the head of the camel, turning her the orange color that guided my feet here now. All is well. I rub the camel's eyelids with kohl. She is docile, more docile than I've known a camel to be. Kiyumars takes a sugar lump from his pouch and puts it in the camel's mouth. Ah, now I understand her cooperation, for I have a sweet tooth myself.

The necklace shines from the open box nearby. It is made of tiny mirrors set in red silk with gold em-broidered leaves. Carefully I lift it with both hands and hold it under the camel's thick neck. Kiyumars takes one end, and together we fasten the necklace in place. It hangs before her chest like a banner.

Kiyumars dips his hands in the henna again. He turns to the camel, about to rub color into her back, when he gasps.

I look over his shoulder. At first I cannot see it. But now halfway up her single hump a thin line shows, where the hair doesn't lie perfectly flat. It runs two hands-width long.

Kiyumars looks at me with frightened eyes.

We both know what the scar means. Someone cut fat from this camel's hump, a practice of our people for millennia. But now we know, through the teachings of Muhammad, that the Merciful One expressly forbids it: Live animals are never to suffer at the hand of man. An old scar, to be sure. Nevertheless, this camel has been defiled.

"She appeared to be the finest camel, my prince. In the name of the Merciful One, this is truth."

"Was no other camel brought here yesterday and prepared for sacrifice?" I ask, though I can see the holding pen is otherwise empty.

"She is the only one, my prince." Kiyumars' voice shakes. An error regarding sacrifices could call for grave punishment. The local royal family holds to old Persian customs that go against Islam; they would have Kiyumars nailed by his ears to the wall out front of the palace, just as they do to those who break the fast during the monthlong celebration of Ramadhan. I wince at the thought. My hand instinctively takes his upper arm and pulls him close. My chest swells with the need to protect Kiyumars.

But is it written anywhere that a camel who has been violated in this way cannot be sacrificed? I recall no such prohibition, though I have to admit I remember more of the Persian folktales in the Shahnameh than of the Arab holy words in the Qur'an.

I could ask the imam -- the prayer leader -- just to be sure. But the Feast of Sacrifices is one of the two most important holy days of the lunar year -- so the Shah should know the rules that govern it. Likewise, the Shah's son should know. Consultation would be a sign of weakness.

The answer must lie within me.

Think, Orasmyn.

This camel is imperfect. But all the camels in our herd have some defect or other. They have to. Such is the way of the world. This may be the best camel available, despite her scar.

Kiyumars puts both hands to his cheeks, forgetting the henna in his desperation and turning himself orange. "It is my thoughtlessness. Jumail is the only camel prepared for sacrifice. Forgive me, my prince."

Jumail? This is the Arab word for "little camel," not the Persian one. This camel clearly belongs to Islam. I reach high and put my hands over her muzzle, trying to pull myself up so I can look into her eyes. The camel stares at me a moment, then blinks and jerks her head away. But she doesn't bare her teeth. Jumail is ready for sacrifice.

I scan my memory for wisdom from the Qur'an. "The Merciful One forgives our dietary lapses more easily than most other lapses."

"Yes," says Kiyumars with hope in his voice.

Now I search my memory for wisdom from our people's traditions, wisdom my nursemaid Ava taught me. "And eating camel meat rekindles faith," I say softly.

"The people will be grateful," says Kiyumars. "Especially the sick, my prince."

I think of the sick, for whom half the meat of this camel will be salted and set aside. They will chew it all year long for strength no other meat can give. Nothing would be gained by failing to sacrifice this beast.

And I cannot believe the Merciful One would want Kiyumars to suffer for an innocent oversight. Indeed, if animals are not to suffer at the hand of man, how then can humans be allowed such suffering?

I fasten a necklace of bells around the camel, high up and tight, so that it rides in front of the arch of her neck. Then I stand tall before my servant, my friend.

Kiyumars bows to me. When he rises, he smears the camel's hump with henna, putting extra on the scar that disappeared with his first swipe. I add a strand of precious stones between the necklace of bells and the necklace of mirrors. After Kiyumars finishes coloring the camel's back, I spread the fine Kashmir shawl across her. She is ready.

Everything has been done correctly.

Or almost everything.

In an instant I am cold. It is nearly impossible to be cold anywhere in my country in the summer, even at the start of summer, even in Tabriz. Yet I shiver now. It is as though a tiny being flutters around my head, blowing and blowing. It as as though a storm begins.

Copyright © 2000 by Donna Jo Napoli


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Donna Jo Napoli is the acclaimed and award-winning author of many novels, both fantasies and contemporary stories. She won the Golden Kite Award for Stones in Water in 1997. Her novel Zel was named an American Bookseller Pick of the Lists, a Publishers Weekly Best Book, a Bulletin Blue Ribbon, and a School Library Journal Best Book, and a number of her novels have been selected as ALA Best Books. She is a professor of linguistics at Swarthmore College in Pennsylvania, where she lives with her husband. Visit her at DonnaJoNapoli.com.

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Beast 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 34 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am a person who can read up to ten books a week if I feel like it, but when I read this book I had to read it, completely. Except... At the start it started a bit slow, I was so sick of it was wanted to put it back, but once I read a little bit more it was like it dug its claws in my and pulled me in. Wonderful book. My Absolute favorite, it will be one of the first I buy for the library I plan on making. I was so impressed I spoke with Donna, she also told me, when I asked about the endings of her books, that it wasn't her story to tell, she was just writing what her heart told her. She is my favorite author, not to mention she is great to talk to.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Interesting book that FINALLY tells the side story from the beast's point of view where we've always heard about beauty's. Entertaining book that makes you forgot to stop and keep reading until the end of an chapter and soon starting on the next. Nice details on the location and words including the religion background of the character.
SiennaLC More than 1 year ago
I'm a huge fan of this writer, I have yet to read a book of hers that I do not like. This book is no exception. It had me from start to finish and even though I know the story and how it ends I was curious to see how she would write it out. Job well done
SleepDreamWrite More than 1 year ago
That cover, the one with the rose. Love stories with theme of Beauty and the Beast. This one was really good. The setting was good.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I first read this book when i was in middle school, its one of the few books i aculy remeber the title to. So i took some thing from it. Its from the beast point of view. its not some disney fariy tale just to let you know.
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EmilyD More than 1 year ago
1.5 stars. One of my friends once said that Donna Jo Napoli has her "good" books and her "weird" books. I can't compare since this is the only book I've read by her, but it's definitely one of the weird ones. First of all, this retelling of "Beauty and the Beast" was well-written and well-researched (though apparently she did more research on lions than on history). The fact that the Beast was a Prince of Persia was a unique twist. It was also unique in the fact that the Beast was completely animal instead of an animal/man hybrid. In most reviews of this book, people said that the focus on Orasmyn's religious practices was unnecessary, but I thought it was very interesting, and was one of the very few things I liked about this book. Yes, very few. Napoli described Orasmyn's leonine bodily functions in too much detail. There was one scene that I won't name since this is a spoiler-free review, but at that part I just thought "Did I really need to read about that?" It was too graphic for any book, YA or not. I didn't like the pace either. It was very slow (nearly slow to the point of being dull) until Belle comes in, and then the last 50 pages of the book are pretty rushed. The book literally ends at the exact moment Orasmyn turns back into a man. I would have liked it better if we could have seen Orasmyn and Belle's relationship develop a little more, instead of just reading about Orasmyn as a lion. Also, I think that since there was a glossary of Farsi and Arabic words in the back of the book, it was unnecessary for the meanings to be given in the text.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought it was great. This story is about a Persian Prince who turns into a beast and he has to leave Persia to find his true love. He goes to France and he meets Belle. Its a new twist on Beauty and the Beast. This time Beast gets to tell his tale.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is forever carved into my heart, love is like the universe-nobody really knows what happened but they do know so much life came out of it. I completely love how the author stirrs love with utter confusion and loss into a tale of two people so inexistent to themselves but the entire life,love and fate of each other.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I would give this book zero stars if I could. Its weak storyline gives it nothing but even weaker characters make it even worse. And since when is the beast a Muslim? This book will eventually become part of the forgoten masses of book that were acclaimed when first written but will not stand the test of time itself. All in all it is a peice of junk so save your money and don't buy it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i loved this book! beauty and the beast is one of my favorite stories soo a new version was so awesome. She is such a wonderful writer!
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Beast is mean he hurts people and animals. If the beast is sopposed to fall in love he shouldn't be mean.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book I¿m reviewing is Beast written by Donna Jo Napoli. I think this book deserves five stars because this book is sort of a mystery to the reader. This book is about a man who turns into a massive beast. A problem that occurrs is that the prince of Persia and is seeking love. He has tried lionesses and other animals to help break the curse. He is seeking love because the only way he can break the curse is if his true love will kiss him. Along the way a father of three lovely daughters runs into the beast and offers Belle instead of his life. Belle is the one daughter that is generous and not as selfish as her two older sisters. At first Belle thinks he is a harsh retched beast, but after a while she comes to fall in love with him. I¿d recommend this book to people who love action, drama, adventure, and romance. Other books by this author are Jimmy, the Pickpocket of the Palace, and On Guard.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i really enjoyed this book, i thoguth it was a good twist on 'Beauty and The Beast' (which i love) i thought that maybe it would make me dislike this story but it didn't, it made me like both more. the ending was a little too abrupt but, overall, i enjoyed this book
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read constantly but this book really got my attention. It was very different from any other book i had read it told the story from a totally different perspective. I enjoyed it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
All right, I would like to say that I personally was never into The Beauty and The Beast. I was a 90's child so yeah I saw the Disney movie plenty of times and I heard the story and I never ever liked it. And then I read this book (not knowing that it was a retelling of The Beauty and The Beast) and I absolutely fell in love with it. Read it, it's worth it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love all beauty and the beast stories and i love this book. but one of the other people were right, while the author did a wonderful job and the story is great, she hardly gave the beauty character any personality. you wonder why they fall in love becuase they know nothing about eachother. it is still a good book, but 'BEAUTY' is even better.