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The evil fairy Pernicia has set a curse on Princess Briar-Rose: she is fated to prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall into an endless, poisoned sleep. Katriona, a young fairy, kidnaps the princess in order to save her; she and her aunt raise the child in their small village, where no one knows her true identity. But Pernicia is looking for her, intent on revenge for a defeat four hundred years old. Robin McKinley's masterful version of Sleeping Beauty is, ...

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The evil fairy Pernicia has set a curse on Princess Briar-Rose: she is fated to prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall into an endless, poisoned sleep. Katriona, a young fairy, kidnaps the princess in order to save her; she and her aunt raise the child in their small village, where no one knows her true identity. But Pernicia is looking for her, intent on revenge for a defeat four hundred years old. Robin McKinley's masterful version of Sleeping Beauty is, like all of her work, a remarkable literary feat.

The infant princess Briar Rose is cursed on her name day by Pernicia, an evil fairy, and then whisked away by a young fairy to be raised in a remote part of a magical country, unaware of her real identity and hidden from Pernicia's vengeful powers.

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Editorial Reviews

New York Times Book Review
Brilliant...[a] sumptuous world.
Chicago Tribune
Satisfying reading, pleasing in the depth of the weaving andelaboration.
Rocky Mountain News
Rich prose and colorful description...keep readers spellbound.
Publishers Weekly
Newbery Medalist McKinley embroiders and expands upon the tale of Sleeping Beauty, and creates a cast of action-oriented heroines. In a boxed review, PW said, "Dense with magical detail and all-too-human feeling, this luscious, lengthy novel is almost impossible to rush through." Ages 12-up. (June) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
To quote from the review of the hardcover in KLIATT, Sept. 2000: McKinley again has created a whimsical, thoughtful reworking of a familiar fairy tale: this time, "Sleeping Beauty." There are many changes to the old story, and important new characters. Rosie (Briar Rose), the princess, is whisked away at her christening by good fairies who hide her, hoping to avoid the dreaded curse. So instead of Rosie growing up in a palace, she shares a humble life in a small village with her fairy "relatives," and becomes a helper to the blacksmith and adept at treating sick animals. Instead of being the perfect little beautiful princess, she is tall and rather gawky, strong and capable, and loving. She has no idea of her true identity. For a great part of McKinley's book, the main character seems to be a young woman named Katriona, a fairy who attended the christening and was given the responsibility of sneaking the baby prin-cess away from the palace and to a safe hiding place. It took several months for Katriona and the baby to walk back to Katriona's home; the baby was kept alive by being nursed by a variety of animal mothers along the way. Perhaps this is why Rosie grows up able to understand animals so well. Like all of McKinley's other works, this is a fantasy that can be enjoyed by all ages, on many levels. She has created a richly detailed alternative world, filled with fairies busy keeping the world a safe place with their good spells. Of course, in this story there are some BIG secrets that don't get revealed until the final pages. This is a lot of fun to read. KLIATT Codes: JSA*—Exceptional book, recommended for junior and senior high school students, advanced students,and adults. 2000, Berkley, Ace, 354p. 18cm., $6.50. Ages 13 to adult. Reviewer: Claire Rosser; KLIATT , July 2001 (Vol. 35, No. 4)
Children's Literature
In a country full of magic lives a girl named Rosie who wears trousers and talks to animals. Growing up in the village of Foggy Bottom and living with Aunt and Katriona, two fairies, Rosie has no idea that she is a princess or the future queen. She has been separated from her royal family who hopes to protect her from the evil curse Pernicia cast on her on her name day. Living as an ordinary person, Rosie develops into an adult with a mind of her own. She and her best friend Peony bond even more once the truth begins to unfold, and Peony gets involved in the plans to protect Rosie from the curse. Rosie does not know what to think of her new role as princess. Robin McKinley, known for her renditions of popular fairy tales, has won a Newbery Medal for The Hero and the Crown and a Newbery Honor for The Blue Sword. She spins a story of true love and confusion in this novel. Starting with Sleeping Beauty, McKinley adds depth to the fairy tale to weave Rosie's life. McKinley uses a great vocabulary and creative details that will charge and stretch any reader's imagination. Spindle's End is a novel with structured sentences and extensive characterization for a high-level audience. The fantastical novel has many facets to analyze, but McKinley does a splendid job of tying everything together. 2000, Penguin/Putnam, Ages 12 to 16.
—Kate Purvis
From The Critics
Renowned fantasy writer Robin McKinley retells the fairy tale about the dreamy Sleeping Beauty. This time, she is called Infant Princess Rosie who is cursed by wicked Pernicia to die when she pricks her finger on a spindle on her 21st birthday. That very same day, though, a good peasant fairy steals her away and raises her concealing her royal identity from others, including baby Rosie herself. As she grows toward adulthood, our Infant Princess Rosie develops strength and insight through her many experiences in the forest and her communication with her animal friends. Hence, when our heroine Rosie approaches the ill-fated 21ST birthday, she is, by now, powerful enough to thwart the destiny Pernicia intends. She avoids the spindle prick and receives, like Sleeping Beauty, a "spell-binding kiss," from a most surprising source. McKinley's rich storytelling - the fictitious countryside, the classic personification of good and evil, the magical elements, the humanized animals, the spunky peasant girl with a secret identity — work smoothly. The end result is a clever, suspenseful and highly moral fairy tale bound to please McKinley fans or any middle or high school reader who is in love with good fantasy. Genre: Fantasy/ Fairy Tale. 2000, Putnam, 422 pp., $19.95. Ages 12 up. Reviewer: Marjorie M. Kaiser; Louisville, Kentucky
Children's Literature - Children's Literature
Do we need a 400-page retelling of Sleeping Beauty? You bet. McKinley's latest novel fleshes out the familiar fairy tale with compassion, insight, and huge measures of imagination. She even adds twists that make it suspenseful to the end--an amazing feat considering that readers already know the end. Nor is Rosie a typical princess. She's apprenticed to a blacksmith, has the gift of beast-speech (communicating with animals), loathes all those fairy godmother gifts of golden curls and embroidery skills, and, in the end, personally fights Pernicia and her evil forces. Readers will love the unexpected romantic developments, and chuckle at spells gone awry (one has everything tasting like sheep's brains). They'll discover the very-different-from-human world of animal etiquette, where loyalty is paramount, though squirrels don't negotiate and cats never submit to interrogation. They'll also appreciate McKinley's practical wisdom--"lips as red as cherries," and "teeth like pearls," don't necessarily make a princess pretty--and Rosie isn't. Though energized with wit, wizardry, action, and fine writing (older Harry Potter fans should definitely sample Robin McKinley's works), this intricately reworked tale is ultimately about caring. 2000, Penguin/Putnam's Sons, Ages 12 up, $19.99. Reviewer: Betty Hicks—Children's Literature
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up-McKinley once again lends a fresh perspective to a classic fairy tale, developing the story of "Sleeping Beauty" into a richly imagined, vividly depicted novel. At Princess Briar-Rose's name-day, the fairy Pernicia, feeling snubbed, presents the baby with a gift: a curse that will cause the princess to prick her finger on a spinning-wheel spindle on her 21st birthday, and fall into a sleep from which she will never awaken. To save the princess, the fairy Katriona spirits the infant away to her backwater home in the village of Foggy Bottom, where the child is raised as a village maiden. Her years of growing up are described in detail, with suspense building as the critical birthday approaches. To confuse Pernicia's curse, Rosie and her friend Peony trade identities at a gala birthday celebration. It is Rosie's kiss that wakes the sleeping Peony, who continues the pretense and marries the prince. This leaves Rosie happy as a village lass, tending animals and in love with the fairy blacksmith. The language evokes ancient bards and stories of long ago, with arcane and invented words that create an otherworldly atmosphere that blends the real and the magical. The landscape is rendered in minute detail; the characters are developed through interior monologues, parenthetical observations, and long asides. Magic permeates this world, with animals that talk and castles that protect. The compelling climax reinforces the triumph of good over evil, and the transformative power of love. McKinley's telling of the tale is as boggy as Foggy Bottom, and the verbiage as intricate and complex as the thorny roses that encase the castle. However, those who stick with it will unearth a good story.-Connie Tyrrell Burns, Mahoney Middle School, South Portland, ME Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Charles De Lint
There is only one word to describe this book, and that's luminescent. What begins as a somewhat lighthearted take on the classic fairy tale Sleeping Beauty soon evolves into a book that shines like spun gold, but also carries the weight of that precious metal in the depth of its mythic resonance and the sweet, simple kindheartedness that rings out like birdsong on a prefect spring morning.
Fantasy & Science Fiction
From the Publisher
“We think we know the end of the story, but still we’re drawn forward by the small variations and twists…Satisfying reading, pleasing in the depth of the weaving and elaboration.”—Chicago Tribune

“Rich prose and colorful description…keep readers spellbound.”—Rocky Mountain News

“Mythic grandeur…with magical detail and all-too-human feeling.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Evokes ancient bards and stories of long ago…The compelling climax reinforces the triumph of good over evil, and the transformative power of love.”—School Library Journal

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780698119505
  • Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
  • Publication date: 5/28/2002
  • Series: Firebird Series
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 261,008
  • Age range: 12 - 14 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.26 (w) x 7.71 (h) x 1.21 (d)

Meet the Author

Robin McKinley has won various awards and citations for her writing, including the Newbery Medal for The Hero and the Crown and a Newbery Honor for The Blue Sword. Her other books include Sunshine; the New York Times bestseller Spindle's End; two novel-length retellings of the fairy tale Beauty and the Beast, Beauty and Rose Daughter; and a retelling of the Robin Hood legend, The Outlaws of Sherwood. She lives with her husband, the English writer Peter Dickinson.

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Chapter I

The magic in that country was so thick and tenacious that it settled over the land like chalk-dust and over floors and shelves like slightly sticky plaster-dust. (Housecleaners in that country earned unusually good wages.) If you lived in that country, you had to de-scale your kettle of its encrustation of magic at least once a week, because if you didn’t, you might find yourself pouring hissing snakes or pond slime into your teapot instead of water. (It didn’t have to be anything scary or unpleasant, like snakes or slime, especially in a cheerful household—magic tended to reflect the atmosphere of the place in which it found itself—but if you want a cup of tea, a cup of lavender-and-gold pansies or ivory thimbles is unsatisfactory. And while the pansies—put dry in a vase—would probably last a day, looking like ordinary pansies, before they went greyish-dun and collapsed into magic dust, something like an ivory thimble would begin to smudge and crumble as soon as you picked it up.)

The best way to do it was to have a fairy as a member of your household, because she (it was usually a she) could lay a finger on the kettle just as it came to a boil (absentminded fairies could often be recognised by a pad of scar-tissue on the finger they favoured for kettle-cleaning) and murmur a few counter-magical words. There would be a tiny inaudible thock, like a seed-pod bursting, and the water would stay water for another week or (maybe) ten days.

De-magicking a kettle was much too little and fussy and frequent a job for any professional fairy to be willing to be hired to do it, so if you weren’t related to one you had to dig up a root of the dja vine, and dry it, and grate it, producing a white powder rather like plaster dust or magic, and add a pinch of that to your kettle once a week. More often than that would give everyone in the household cramp. You could tell the households that didn’t have a fairy by the dja vines growing over them. Possibly because they were always having their roots disturbed, djas developed a reputation for being tricky to grow, and prone to sudden collapse; fortunately they rerooted easily from cuttings. “She’d give me her last dja root” was a common saying about a good friend.

People either loved that country and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, or hated it, left it as soon as they could, and never came back. If you loved it, you loved coming over the last hill before your village one day in early autumn and hearing the corn-field singing madrigals, and that day became a story you told your grandchildren, the way in other countries other grandparents told the story of the day they won the betting pool at the pub, or their applecake won first place at the local fete. If you lived there, you learned what you had to do, like putting a pinch of dried dja vine in your kettle once a week, like asking your loaf of bread to remain a loaf of bread before you struck it with a knife. (The people of this country had developed a reputation among outsiders for being unusually pious, because of the number of things they appeared to mutter a blessing over before they did them; but in most cases this was merely the asking of things it was safer to ask to remain nonmagical first, while work or play or food preparation or whatever was being got on with. Nobody had ever heard of a loaf of bread turning into a flock of starlings for anyone they knew, but the nursery tale was well known, and in that country it didn’t pay to take chances. The muttered words were usually only some phrase such as “Bread, stay bread” or, in upper-class households, “Bread, please oblige me,” which was a less wise form, since an especially impish gust of magic could choose to translate “oblige” just as it chose.)

Births were very closely attended, because the request that things stay what they were had to be got in quickly, birth being a very great magic, and, in that country, likely to be teased into mischief. It was so common an occurrence as to occasion no remark when a new-sown field began coming up quit obviously as something other than what was planted, and by a week later to have reverted to what the farmer had put in. But while, like the pansies and the thimbles, this kind of magic was only a temporary aberration, it could be very embarrassing and onerous while it lasted. Farmers in that country worried more about falling asleep during the birthing times of their stock than they worried about the weather; the destruction a litter of baby taralians caused remained, even after it had revered to piglets. No one knew how the wild birds and beasts negotiated this, but human parents-to-be would go to extreme lengths to ensure a fairy was on hand to say the birth-words over their new little one.

Generally speaking the more mobile and water-dependent something was, the more likely magic was to get at it. This meant animals—and, of course, humans—were the most vulnerable. Rocks were pretty reliably rocks, except of course when they were something else that had been turned into rocks. But rocks themselves sort of slept through magic attacks, and even if some especially wild and erratic bit of magic decided to deck out a drystone wall as a marble fountain, you could still feel the drystone wall if you closed your eyes and touched the fountain, and the water would not make you wet. The lichen that grew on the rock, however, could be turned into daisies quite convincing enough to make you sneeze if real daisies did so; and the insects and small creatures that crept over the lichen were more susceptible yet.

(There was an idea much beloved and written about by this country’s philosophers that magic had to do with negotiating the balance between earth and air and water; which is to say that things with legs or wings were out of balance with their earth element by walking around on feet or, worse, flying above the earth in the thin substance of air, obviously entirely unsuitable for the support of solid flesh. The momentum all this inappropriate motion set up in their liquid element unbalanced them further. Spirit, in this system, was equated with the fourth element, fire. All this was generally felt to be a load of rubbish among the people who had to work in the ordinary world for a living, unlike philosophers living in academies. But it was true that a favourite magical trick at fetes was for theatrically-minded fairies to throw bits of chaff or seed-pods or conkers in the air and turn them into things before they struck the ground, and that the trick worked better if the bits of chaff or seed-pods or conkers were wet.)

Slower creatures were less susceptible to the whims of wild magic than faster creatures, and creatures that flew were the most susceptible of all. Every sparrow had a delicious memory of having once been a hawk, and while magic didn’t take much interest in caterpillars, butterflies spent so much time being magicked that it was a rare event to see ordinary butterflies without at least an extra set of wings or a few extra frills and iridescences, or bodies like tiny human beings dressed in flower petals. (Fish, which flew through that most dangerous element, water, were believed not to exist. Fishy-looking beings in pools and streams were either hallucinations or other things under some kind of spell, and interfering with, catching, or—most especially—eating fish was strictly forbidden. All swimming was considered magical. Animals seen doing it were assumed to be favourites of a local water-sprite or dangerously insane; humans never tried.)

There did seem to be one positive effect to living involuntarily steeped in magic; everyone lived longer. More humans made their century than didn’t; birds and animals often lived to thirty, and fifty was not unheard of. The breeders of domestic animals in that country were unusually sober and responsible individuals, since any mistakes they made might be around to haunt them for a long time.

Although magic was ubiquitous and magic-workers crucially necessary, the attitude of the ordinary people toward magic and its manipulators was that it and they were more than a bit chancy and not to be relied on, however fond you were of your aunt or your next-door neighbour. No one had ever seen a fairy turn into an eagle and fly up above the trees, but there were nursery tales about that, too, and it was difficult not to believe that it or something even more unnerving was somehow likely. Didn’t farmers grow more stolid and earthy over a lifetime of farming? Wasn’t it likely that a lifetime of handling magic made you wilder and more capricious?

It was a fact much noticed but rarely discussed (and never in any fairy’s hearing) that while fairies rarely married or (married or not) had children, there never seemed to be any fewer fairies around, generation after generation. So presumably magic ran in the blood of the people the way it ran in all other watery liquids, and sometimes there was enough of it to make someone a fairy, and sometimes there was not. (One of the things ordinary people did not like to contemplate was how many people there might be who were, or could have been, fairies, and were masquerading as ordinary people by the simple process of never doing any magic when anyone was around to notice.) But there was a very strong tradition that the rulers of this country must be utterly without magic, for rulers must be reliable, they must be the earth and the rock underfoot for their people. And if any children of that country’s rulers had ever been born fairies, there was not only no official history of it; there were not even any stories about it.

This did mean that when the eldest child of each generation of the ruling family came to the age to be married (and, just to be safe, his or her next-younger and perhaps next-younger-after-that siblings) there was a great search and examination of possible candidates in terms of their magiclessness first, and their honesty, integrity, intelligence, and so on, second. (The likelihood of their getting along comfortably with their potential future spouses barely rated a mention on the councillors’ list.) So far—so far as the country’s histories extended, where was a little over a thousand years at the time of this story—the system had worked; and while there were stories of the thick net of anti-magic that the court magicians set up for even the cleanest, most magic-antipathetic betrothed to go through, well, it worked, didn’t it, and that was all that mattered.

The present king was not only an only child, but had had a very difficult time indeed—or his councillors had—finding a suitable wife. She was not even a princess, finally, but a mere countess, of some obscure little backwater country which, so far as it was known for anything, was known for the fleethounds its king and queen bred; but she was quiet, dutiful, and, so far as any of the cleverest magicians in the land could tell, entirely without magic. Everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief when the wedding was over; it had been a wait of nearly a decade since the king came of marriageable age.

But the years passed and she bore no children.

Certain of the king’s cousins began to hang around court more than they used to—his generation was particularly rich in cousins—and one or two of these quietly divorced spouses who were insufficiently nonmagical. There had not been a break in the line from parent to child in the ruling of this country for over five hundred years, and the rules about how the crown was passed sideways or diagonally were not clear. Neither the king nor the queen noticed any of this, for they so badly wanted a child, they could not bear to think about the results if they did not; but the councillors noticed, and the king’s cousins who divorced their spouses did themselves no good thereby.

Nearly fifteen years after the king’s marriage the queen was seen to become suddenly rather pale and sickly. Her husband’s people, who had become very fond of her, because she was always willing to appear at fairs and festivals and smile during boring speeches and to kiss the babies, even grubby and unattractive ones, which were thrust at her, were torn between hoping that whatever she had would kill her off while the king was young enough to remarry (and there was a whole new crop of princesses grown up to marriageable age outside the borders as well as a few within), and hoping that she would get well and come to more fairs and festivals and kiss more babies. The givers of boring speeches especially wished this; she was the best audience they had ever had.

The truth never occurred to anyone—not even when she began to wear loose gowns and to walk more heavily than she used to—because there had been no announcement.

The king knew, and her chief waiting-woman knew, and the fairy who disguised the queen’s belly knew. But the fairy had warned the king and queen that the disguise would go so far and no further: the baby must be allowed to grow unmolested by tight laces and the queen’s balance not be deranged by high-heeled shoes. “A magician might make you a proper disguise,” said the fairy, whose name was Sigil, “and let you dance all night in a sheath of silk no bigger around than your waist used to be; but I wouldn’t advise it. Magicians know everything about magic and nothing about babies. I don’t know nearly as much about magic as they do—but I know a lot about babies.”

Sigil had been with the king’s family since the king’s mother had been queen, and the king loved her dearly, and his queen had found in her her first friend when she came to her husband’s court, when she badly needed a friend. And so it was to Sigil the queen went, as soon as she knew for sure that she was pregnant, and begged for the disguise, saying that she had longed for a child for so many years she thought she could not bear the weight of the watchfulness of her husband’s people, who had longed for this child all these years, too, if her pregnancy were announced. The king, who had wanted to declare a public holiday, was disappointed; but Sigil sided with the queen.

The poor queen could not quite bring herself, after all the long childless years, to believe it when her friend told her that the baby was fine and healthy and would be born without trouble—“Well, my dear, without any more trouble than the birth of babies does cause, and which you, poor thing, will find quite troublesome enough.” And so the birth of an heir was not announced until the queen went into labour. The queen would have waited even then till the baby was born, but Sigil said no, that the baby must be born freely into the world, and freely, in an heir to a realm, meant with its people waiting to welcome it.

The country, that day, went into convulsions not unlike those the poor queen was suffering. An heir! An heir at last! And no one knew! The courtiers and councillors were offended, and the highest-ranking magicians furious, but their voices were drowned out in the tumult of jubilation from the people. The news travelled more quickly than any mere human messenger could take it, for the horses neighed it and the trees sang it and the kettles boiled it and the dust whispered it—an heir! The king’s child is born! We have an heir at last!

It was a girl, and the names chosen to be given her on her name-day were: Casta Albinia Allegra Dove Minerva Fidelia Aletta Blythe Domina Delicia Aurelia Grace Isabel Griselda Gwyneth Pearl Ruby Coral Lily Iris Briar-Rose. She was healthy—just as Sigil had said she would be—and she was born without any more trouble than the birth of babies does cause, which is to say the queen was aching and exhausted, but not too exhausted to weep for joy when the baby was laid in her arms.

The eldest child of the reigning monarch was always next in line for the throne, be it boy or girl; but it was usually a boy. There was a deeply entrenched folk myth that a queen held this country together better than a king because there is a clear-eyed pragmatic common sense about an unmagical woman that even the most powerful—or rather, especially the most powerful—magic found difficult to disturb; it was thought that a man was more easily dazzled by pyrotechnics. Whether this was true or not, everyone believed it, including the bad fairies, who therefore spent a lot of their time making up charms to ensure the birth of male first children to the royal family. The royal magicians dismantled these charms as quickly as they could, but never quite as quickly as the bad fairies made them up. (As it was difficult to get any kind of charm through the heavy guard laid round the royal family, these charms had to be highly specific, with the knock-on effect that third children to a reigning monarch were almost always girls.) But the folk myth (plus the tangential effect that first-born princesses were rare enough to be interesting for no reason other than their rarity) guaranteed that the birth of a future queen was greeted with even greater enthusiasm than the birth of a mere future king; and so it was in this case. No one seemed to remember, perhaps because their last queen had been nearly four hundred years ago, that the queen had left some unfinished business with a wicked fairy named Pernicia, who had sworn revenge.

Reprinted from Spindle's End by Robin McKinley by permission of Ace Books, a member of Penguin Putnam Inc. Copyright 2001 by Robin McKinley. All rights reserved. This excerpt, or any parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2011

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    This book was okay, although a bit slow at some parts. It's definitely an interesting take on the fairytale- Sleeping Beauty. It was exciting reading about Rosie's journey as she matured over the 21 years. However, the ending was a huge letdown; I wanted a fairytale ending. In my opinion, it sort of ruined the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty. Overall, the book is so-so, although, I can't shake off how disappointing the ending was. Agh.

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  • Posted September 7, 2010

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    Even though this book was a bit boring at points the ending was amazing!!! I loved this book. I think she lived up to her Beauty and the Beast books with this one, It was a sleeping beauty redone in a special and memorable way... It truely sparkled with magic. I suggest it to older readers (ages 14 -20 ) because it is a bit hard to understand because of all of the descriptions each chapter is filled with...!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 15, 2009

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    Ok, I'm an overall fan of Robin McKinley's books, and before this book I've been fairly satisfied with her work, but I found this book so boring I didn't even bother to finish it. Of course, The book might have gotten better, but I just couldn't get past the slow, too detailed beginning. Other than that, I felt that the characters were funny and quirky, although at some points kind of dull, and I liked how throughout the book (the part I read anyways) there was always some little joke that lightened the mood while keeping the story on track. Still, I feel this is for young teens, or even younger readers, but I just couldn't get into it. If you're thinking about buying this book, don't bother its not worth it, buy one of the books I suggest below by McKinley, or check it out at the library.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2007

    not all it's cracked up to be

    i first saw this book in barnes and noble and glanced at the back. it looked like a good book, but when i read it, this book was a real drag. i am that type of person that has to stick a book through, no matter how bad it is, but this one tempted me to throw it in the trash. McKinley's descriptions go on for pages and pages, and the only good part was the first 25 pages or so and the last 50. everything else in there was boring and slow and just....grr! i expected more out of mckinley.

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    Posted May 4, 2007

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    How in the WORLD could you keep reading this??? I think I stopped before page 100 because I literally felt my brain go numb from the endless rambling. I'm sure it has got some point in it somewhere, but I was half tempted to wage a highlighter on it and highlight all the stuff that would actually contribute to the plot (even said, I would probably only get to highlight about twenty pages out of the 300 some that would be of some interest to the story). This book could be good, but I got confused too often and thrown off by the lengthy descriptions.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2014


    This is a great book. I just wish they had her other book "Beauty"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2014


    This book was so boring. I mean in this book the author can not stay on topic. I was dissapointed. This book is a disgrace to all of the fairytale world. Thi is the only book i could find that was in my lexile and my favorite topic. It is not not not not not not good

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  • Posted February 20, 2014

    I was very disappointed with this book.  I read it because I was

    I was very disappointed with this book.  I read it because I was in the mood for a fairy tale escape.  I don't mind when author tries a new take on an old story.  But when I read a story based on a fairy tale, I would like it to retain some of the magic of the original tale.  This story was dry, bland, and retold in a way that was extremely disappointing.  Yes the princess has s curse placed on her by an angry fairy who was not invited to the party.  Yes, the princess is raised by fairies until her 21st birthday.  But the life she lived as described by the author, I found it to be dreary and uninspiring.  Yes there is magic, but this book was not magical.  I found myself flipping through pages just to get through it.  I'm one of those people who hate to not finish a book.  SPOILER ALERT: In the end, the sleeping "princess" isn't even the real princess and she is not awoken by the prince.  She is woken up by a kiss from the real princess.  I found it boring and could not recommend this book to anyone looking for a fun new spin on a fairy tale.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2013

    Loved this book

    Great retelling of the original. Love all of Mckinleys books

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2013


    A great new take on Sleeping Beauty

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2012

    Very Boring

    When I started this book it was okay, but it got slow. I like description in stories but this one was overkill. And the ending was so weird that I pretty much zoned out. I could not figure out excactly a what happened because of all the extra stuff! I would only recomend ths book to anyone unless they liked stuffy, mentaly exhausting stories.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2012

    Excellent retelling of Sleeping Beauty

    I loved this version of the Sleeping Beauty story and would recommend it to anyone that enjoys fairytale retellings.

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  • Posted August 5, 2012

    Really enjoyable. Well written!

    Spindle's End by Robin McKinley is a detailed, well-written new take on the classic Sleeping Beauty story. It is highly entertaining and a great read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2012

    She rambled on and on and on...

    This was an extremely BORING book. She would give these extremely long and excruciating descriptions for one little thing. Rediculous and I would not reccomend this book to a friend. ;)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2012

    My Thoughts:

    I absolutely loved this book! It was one of the best fairy-tale rewrites I've ever read. I highly recommend it; it was very clean, well-written, and I had a very hard time putting it down. If you love fairy-tales, you should definitely read this!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2012

    Sounds good

    Look up BEAUTY ... another great book by robin mckinley

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2011


    I have has this for years in book form. Decided to read it again for fun, so I purchased it as a Nook book. As always, it was wonderful. Robin McKinley is a great writer. I would recommend aby of her works.

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    Posted November 22, 2011


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  • Posted October 28, 2011

    Wonderful book by wonderful author

    This is a creative reworking of the Sleeping Beauty story. The world is so complete, the characters so real, and our heroine is anything but a fragile victim waiting to be rescued!
    Read this book!

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  • Posted September 10, 2011

    Loved this version of a classic Piglethero

    I read this book a few years ago and loaned it to a co-worker and never had it returned. I highly recomend this new version of a classic fairy tale. The characters, action, and scenery brougt me right into the book and I loved it! This book should hold the interest of pre-teens to adults. I'll never forget the lovable characters and the villians. Give the book a chance and enjoy the story!

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