Lauren White
ASIN: B00DAIE4JC
Publisher: Tizz Publishing
Pages: 307
My mother’s face was oval, like a pink sugared almond, but the moment she opened her eyes, these were all I noticed about her. They were blue pools to drown in, her eyes; enchanted places filled with mystery until I blundered in out of my depth. She was the reason I could never make sense of the fairy story, Snow White. To me, the wicked Queen was always the most beautiful in the land and not her insipid stepdaughter. How could the mirror get it so wrong? The beginning and end of everything happened a few months before I was five years old and it is as vivid to me, today, as the children’s picture books I now write and illustrate. The vibrant colours, the whiteness of the pages against the bold black shiny ink, the smell of the paper and print; all these startle and excite me, but the story, the story....that weighs so heavily upon me, filling me with dread. I have spent twenty six ...